I’m going dark for the next week; off for a bit of renewal time with a friend from high school, a chance to girl-talk, woman-talk, and get my head focused again so I can throw myself back into the writing when I return – with, I hope, renewed vigor.
Before I go, I’d like to honor Memorial Day and all those who have given their lives in service of this country. In particular, I’d like to honor the memory of my cousin, Durward Limbacher, who died in Vietnam at the tender age of 21, serving as a medic. I did not know him – there was 10 years between us, and he lived far away – but I met him once and remember him to this day. He was that sort of person.