“… Over the years, this project has evolved into a book about a book that refused to be written, and a book about how the book writes the writer. It is a book about how slow, painful and unmagical transformation can be, and how inexorable change becomes when one yearns for it... Like starlight, reaching me aeons after the star is dead, the epiphany hits me: writing this book is part of the original commitment to self-transformation, and healing. The writing itself is a pilgrimage, a spiritual journey toward peace, a reconciliation with life as it is.”~ From Narrating The Pilgrim Body: A Tale of Transformation in 26 Bones, chapter in Pilgrim Bodies: An Anatomy of Christian and Post Christian Intentional Movement, forthcoming from Routledge in fall 2016
“The cathedral square in Santiago de Compostela welcomes me back as if there were no time; no time between now and twelve years ago, when my then-husband and I and our beautiful mongrel pitbull reached here after walking the Camino through northern Spain for five weeks; no time between now and the bustling, stinking Middle Ages; no time between 1075, when ground was broken to build a bigger-and-better-stick-it-to-the-Moors-next-edition-house-of-worship after the church on the same site was burned to said ground, and 1211, when the cathedral was completed.”
~ From The Road to the End of the Earth in Sundog Lit’s (Letters from) The Road issue
As I sit, head lowered, listening, a world rolls out under my eyelids: eternal, immortal New York intertwined with vanished and vanishing New York. A portrait of the artist as an odd woman waking up in a world in which it is okay to be alone, unmarried, without children, okay to be a woman in love with a city and with books. It is revolutionary, I think, to let yourself begin again in the now." ~ From In Praise of Odder Women in Assay: A Journal of Nonfiction Studies
 
 

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