My first book, The Elopement, was about running off to Ireland to get married. Kind of. I didn’t mean to run off, and I didn’t mean to get married. Lots […]
Read MoreThree months in the north of Finland at an artist residency program that let me sit still, quietly and largely alone, led to a set of letters I never sent. […]
Read MoreThis book is the result of half a dozen trips to Việt Nam, and the conversations that emerged when I was, or wasn’t, looking, and the composite feeling of being-there, […]
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