“I am a phoenix who runs after arsonists.”
Saul Bellow (1915-2005)
In 1996 I screwed up the courage to try my hand at writing after 30 years preaching in four urban churches. The question was, where would we live? The only place we owned was the 1830 farmhouse in rural Vermont we bought when we lived near Boston and for which we had paid less than many people in Southern California pay for their cars. We loved going there to get away, but live there?
We swallowed the...