I can’t think of words of my own to say that will do justice to what your words stirred in me as they filtered through my defenses to two times in my life when my life stopped and started again, once when my wife died, and a less dramatic but equally life-changing time when I shed the structure of an idyllic life in the heart of Kansas City, along with all the paraphernalia that sustained it, and set off outside the US with my backpack to parts unknown, including some I knew only from prior short visits. What a beautiful piece of fiction that wound gently into the nonfiction of my story. Thank you.
Libby! Love this and the collage is beautiful!
Thank you so much Elaine!
I can’t think of words of my own to say that will do justice to what your words stirred in me as they filtered through my defenses to two times in my life when my life stopped and started again, once when my wife died, and a less dramatic but equally life-changing time when I shed the structure of an idyllic life in the heart of Kansas City, along with all the paraphernalia that sustained it, and set off outside the US with my backpack to parts unknown, including some I knew only from prior short visits. What a beautiful piece of fiction that wound gently into the nonfiction of my story. Thank you.
Peter, you are a treasure. Thank you for your kind words.