Come for a stroll in the meandering galleries of my world. Stay tuned for posts on writing, books, art, and the life of a novelist in Oakland.
My imagination, like the Mercer Museum, houses a motley assortment of pre-industrial objects: spinning wheels, lodjas, sealskin kayaks, three-legged stools. Wood, bone, iron, and horn. I keep them close and live among them, even in this digital age.