My heart is a migrant. Perforce I moved to Nebraska. By happy startled choice I live where the kindness of strangers is usually genuine, and niceness is like a nervous tic, or a dessert you don’t really have room for, but it would be rude to say no. I left the ocean and a big city for a home in Omaha, my lunge line tethered to a big sky. Rolling prairie makes me swoon, the edge of the world cresting, disappearing, and reappearing, and I might just end up driving right into the clouds and getting seriously lost. I like being a stranger in a strange land. We are all the other, even if we don’t know it. In the Mayan language, in la’ketch means I am another yourself. As a writer, I hope to make you fall in love with strangers, including people you don’t approve of.
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