My Husband Told Me Never To Go To The House At Blue Heron Ridge Until Three Years Later

I think I needed to put something into the walls of this house that was mine and not my father’s, not my brothers’, something made by my hands for no reason except that I wanted to make it.

You always talked about orchids. In the early years especially, when you were finishing your dissertation, you’d come home and tell me about whatever you were studying,continue reading …