Finding Your Way Back
This is not a stroke piece. I had planned a modest grind or two but in the end deleted the sex because I felt it detracted from the story. There is love. My story ideas tend to flow from a single memorable incident and then I expand that incident or encounter into a story—a fictional story. I sat down next to an icy blond whose name I don’t recall, if I ever knew it, at a bar in Atlanta many years ago. I listened as a couple on business types tried to pick her up and laughed when she shot...