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Some things twist your heart like a baby drowning in a shallow well. Some things wrench your gut like an innocent abused boy who turns into an abuser himself. Some things do both and simultaneously raise a salt-shredded deep and painful ache in the soft tissues of your throat: even if you never let it subside in the gulps and sobs, you know it is there.  Read more >

It was March 2007. I was perched on the edge of a large stone circular fountain conveniently placed on a large plaza. The air was oppressively humid, but every once in awhile a slight breeze would lift up some of the flowing water and sprinkle it over the crowd. I was in Shreveport. That feeling -- that experience -- of the heavy and humid air, cooling drops of water, drawls of the strolling people, taste of redbeansandrice (it’s all one word), and sense of freedom has never left me. A few days ago, I was in Iowa and I was sitting in my living room reclined on my couch. Then, suddenly, a few pages into The Beach Trees by Karen White I was transported back to The South, only this time to N’awleans and Biloxi, Mississippi.. Like The South itself, the tone of this novel was sultry, mysterious, complex, and warm.  Read more >