1998 Dell Award Story
“I was not of the sea but loved its blue-green presence as though I were one of its children. The sea murmurs constantly as it takes pieces of the land and breaks them, softens the rough edges, turns them to sand. Like sand, I am worn so no one can tell where I belong.”
Archives for March 1999
How To Pick Huckleberries
Every girl should have a truck like Whoa Nelly
when she’s alone in the world