I’m starting to lose track of time. The kind of losing track that happens when you’re on vacation. I needed this, I tell you. The book has occupied about 100% of my time for the last six months, and it’s nice for that to be over. I can stop and smell the roses, metaphorically and literally, because here in Wilmington, North Carolina, there are roses in bloom in December. Actually, they may just look like roses. I think they’re camelias. And you can’t really smell them, so I guess it is all metaphorically. It’s just nice to relax and reflect a little on what got me here. Continue reading →

Wilmingtonians have no shortage of enthusiasm when it comes to decorating their front lawns for Christmas. Lights, lights and more lights and some lawns that look like holding pens for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day balloons. Continue reading →