I love the sound of churchbells in Oaxaca. This morning–was it prophetic?–they sounded as I signed the contract for my memoir-ish long essay, Let A Body Venture At Last Out of its Shelter. In November I read this interview in BC Bookworld and was inspired to send Eve my ms. And now it will come out next year!
The essay began as a conversation with my younger self, the one I see each morning as I come down the stairs from my bedroom.

It’s a conversation I waited nearly 50 years to engage in and it was painful, sometimes joyous, sometimes sad. And how wonderful to think of the months ahead, editing, talking, and generally bringing this book to life. This morning the churchbells sound celebratory, hopeful.