to the bayou I give
In the Salt of Us: Brackish Reflections on Life, Love, and Place
To see in midlife, though we are little prepared for this, is to see death up close and personal, to come up against its bony ridges and vacant stares, to know what it means for the electrical current to be, finally, shut off in those we have loved or hated or struggled against or embraced, been hurt by or held by, or most often some alchemical concocti…