But in every picture that exists of me as a child I have rings around my eyes so dark I look anemic. To say nothing of the readings, and panels, and the endless infernal cocktail parties.
When a raging forest fire threatens to jump the Continental Divide and rush down the mountain to her home, the triggers tip like so many serpentined dominoes.Īny reasonable, self-caring person scheduled to teach twenty-one full days in a row without a single day off would take themselves the hell to bed.
Beating beneath the text of a rich and beautifully depicted existence on a modern-day frontier is the racing heart of a daughter who could not relax a single day in residence with her father or risk a single unguarded moment with a mother who made it perfectly clear she would never measure up. She turns now, in mid-life, to examine what this Colorado homestead has meant to her in terms of finance, labor, lifestyle, and healing from the deep and dismal wounds of an abusive childhood. Pam Houston, author and English professor, purchased a ranch on a wing and a prayer some twenty-plus years ago.
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