Sep 28, 2016
“The car was a sanctuary, the only place that fully offered an escape.”
Driving to Nowhere
“Who was I to say what women should be allowed to read?”
In which the Magpie happens upon two Charlottes, and the things they carried.
“What ideas burn so brightly that they should besmirch generous, bare pages?”
“All my friends thought I was nuts. They said, ‘What the hell are antiques?’”
How I wrote a failed sonnet that turned into my fourth novel.
“I felt like I was a piece of clockwork waiting to be fixed.”
