The Longer You Are In A Place,

May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

I Was Born And Grew Up In Fitzgerald, Way Down In South Georgia. It Was A Mill Town And My Family Ran The Cotton Mill. My Grandfather Was Mayor Many Times And My Family Felt Deeply Rooted To That Spot.

The Dream Lover-what A Bold, Insightful, And Enticing Novel. And How Vigorously Elizabeth Berg Brings Us The Iconoclastic Life Of George Sand. Berg Writes With Such Intimacy And Compassion That I Think She Must Have Some Shared Ancestral Dna With Sand. I Savored Every Page.

I'm Just Fascinated By Houses. In Another Life, I'd Have Probably Trained As An Architect. If I Had Enough Money, I'd Collect Them Like Other People Collect Teapots. I Don't Know Why I Love Them So Much. I'm Just Very Interested In The Idea Of A House As A Metaphor For The Way One Lives.