Vast

Jeremy and I sat here, high above the vast Devon Horse Show Grounds, late yesterday afternoon.  The fair is a week away, but work—sanding, painting, stuffing the carnival shelves with fuzzy victory toys—goes on.  Sitting in the ultimate VIP box with not a soul around, Jeremy and I spoke of ambition.  We spoke, too, of what a mother is or should be as a son rounds the corner on 21.

Two housekeeping notes:  I will be signing at the BEA on Thursday, May 27 at 3:30, Table 29.  The next day, at the...