Dappled
Jane’s mind frequently travels back to her teenage years, back to when she lived in the coastal tree-lined town of Denmark in that timber cottage on stilts with her artistic mother, Colleen, who was beautiful, vibrant, larger than life – and deeply troubled.
She remembers the broken glass, mysterious cuts, and their isolation. The storm cloud days.
But most vivid in Jane’s recollections is that kind and goofy, crinkle-beamed boy who made her feel warm inside, who somehow made it all bette... [Read More...]