Location, Location, Location—How A Place Can Call Your Name

Here I am back in Charlottesville. Again. Or should I say: againagain. It’s been nearly a year since I spent two weeks here. There was an unplanned extra week as I waited for my car’s new transmission to be installed, attended the gun control march in the wake of the Parkland shootings, and worked remotely… Continue reading Location, Location, Location—How A Place Can Call Your Name

Four Women and a Starting Place. Add 30 Years.

In Charlottesville, Virginia, humid late August 1977, two girls met in a shared suite in a dorm at the University of Virginia. That was me and Molly, forging a friendship that was, for a time, like two people wearing the same sweater. There was the closeness of oneness and the parallel discoveries and experiences of… Continue reading Four Women and a Starting Place. Add 30 Years.