A Weird Deck
Before he died, my husband told me: “you have the weirdest deck of cards I’ve ever seen.” No matter which weird card I played, I was always intense. As a teenager, I walked around with piano notes in my head. I then played my religion card, again intensely. Huge disaster. Finally, like an underground river, scholarship swept me into the seventeenth century, and I lived with words in my head for decades.
I took a four year sabbatical to found and manage a land trust dedicated to saving Cape Fear, a barrier island threatened by development. I saved it.
Seduced by the silence of the cape, I then wrote a book about contemplative monks. One of the ex-monks was my husband.
Being his death partner for twenty-six months has been my most intense and transcendent experience. I needed all of my weird deck to write The Monk’s Widow.