Writing

Our shared life has been an exchange. When we feel a wind of interest, a creative image unleashed, an extra dose of energy to try again, it is a friendly, good-natured echo of you. . . You left behind an orange tree heavy-laden with fragrant fruit every spring, an avocado tree stretching into the sky, a passionfruit vine tangled and strong, a hibiscus plant as thick as a curtain. You leave behind us.

As a child, I painted landscape scenes I had never laid eyes on . . . a world and century removed from my turn-of-the-millennium Florida cla