Here is Katie, my protagonist, looking down on her mother's garden from a window up above. With her mother, lost to cancer, gone for nearly three seasons now, Katie continues to calculate the rubrics of survival. Nothing but Ghosts has at last come into its own as a tangible hardcover.
... all I have before me now is sky and gravel, and, to the left, below, my mother’s garden. The yellow, white, and red of the big fat dahlia. The effusive zinnias. The catmint and the mounds of hellebores that
Published on June 12, 2009 01:05