The Vines We Planted Book Club.

Last night I had the pleasure of dining with a group of Sonoma friends, and my sister from Sacramento. There were eight of us, and we love each other in the way you do when you’ve been friends for twenty-plus years.  We’ve shared weddings, births, deaths and divorces, birthdays and holidays, earthquakes and wildfires, road…

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On Mothering, Between the Headlines.

  Somedays it’s hard to write fiction, when the world is churning, so today I share my thoughts not on writing, but on living, and mothering, with the headlines being what they are. I am the mother of a young man of color, and a day doesn’t go by without something new to warn him…

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