Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn’t know were parched.
You have seven writers in your basement?Donald nods, signing, They like it here. There’s a poet, a couple of novelists, an opera librettist, an essay writer . . . . They don’t usually make much troubl...