I write about California and Italy, climate change and migration, politics and poverty, history and art. When I alternate research with my life experiences, the resulting ironies are not accidental.
“I don’t write for readers; I write to find out what I think,” said my friend, indignantly, as is her way. I was surprised to find that I agreed with her. But after I write about war in Syria, floods in Venice, fires in California, carp ponds, assault rifles, the planetary pandemic–of course I do care very much about readers.
