Look out for my memoir! I'll be reading it to my Patreon supporters in serial for the duration of practical quarrantine. https://www.patreon.com/posts/35044305 Tartan & Other Hereditary Patterns (currently seeking agent) by Kerry E McKenna A month after Kerry's divorce, her father has a stroke and his soul passes right through her as he dies. No… Continue reading Author Reads yet unpublished Manuscript for you!
...before that troubled imprint, a land apart, and isles of parts, of shagged bark and burred wind...
Jimmy scoffed, and kept pummeling me with his story...
There was a lovely woman in Kirkwall, on my honeymoon with Scott in Orkney. I have one photo of her, and I remember her name being “Barbara.” She wore a red beret, large brown clogs and sweatpants. Typical of the acquaintances we easily made, she was from California. She had wanted to live in Orkney for… Continue reading Timeless Orkney
[An excerpt from my memoir: The Parts that Felt Like Me - a Pilgrimoire (working title)] " This was 2010, when I’d met and stayed with Paul in the harbor town of Leith, Edinburgh. It had been a yummy holiday, and Paul had to get back to the business of weekend visitation of his children. Paul and I took… Continue reading Umber Geordie
Now that my heart is, at last, broken, I can tell you about him. On rainy days, I would think about my lover, and there was nothing but flight in my heart. I could conjure up the image, and I would begin to feel that I had life in my veins. I could think straight,… Continue reading Great Love Affairs
Moving forward sometimes leaves some good stuff behind...
THE MAP AND THE TERRITORY Luckily, the Google people are about finished roaming every passable thoroughfare in the western world. By its industry, I’ve roamed such disparate lands as Belgian woodland (rumored to contain abandoned cars from WWII), Chinese riverbanks (until the roads ran out), French sea coast towns (where I’ll live someday), and what… Continue reading Mapping a Memory
What it felt like to wake up of a morning and remember I was in Scotland (1998, 2001, 2005, 2010, 2011) I would ascend from a dream of notable strangeness, dimly recalling that waking would take place soon. I’d vaguely recall the bed, the room, the light creeping in, and then a -pop!- in my… Continue reading Of a Morning in Scotland
I have always been a seeker of the perfect scent. Problem is, I have a negative sensitivity to smells; some perfumes even give me an instant, splitting migraine. And I’m quite talented at spotting a smell a mile away, and oftentimes even identifying it correctly. One year, I had gone to Nantucket with a boyfriend,… Continue reading Perfume – an exerpt from “Confessions of a Travel Snob”