Capes are about power and magic, about freedom. They’re about doing good, with style.
|In April Anything Could Happen
Older, but no wiser, I choose to put a twelve-year old’s lunatic faith in possibility.
|My Bookstore: Talking Leaves
Brave and untidy, fiercely independent and original, a clean, well-lighted place on Main Street, open six days a week.
|My Bread and Butter
The best fiction—the fiction I love to read, fiction I aspire to write—explores the human landscape, the tumultuous terrain of the heart.
At the Minnesota State Fair, I learned to love the sweet serene and bony girth of the cows, which we studied, my grandfather and I, stall by stall and row by row, contemplatively and patiently, like art lovers in a gallery.