Naomi Lee is a book about my mother. Many of the things I have said live only in my mind and heart. That's more on the order of fiction. You can't hold it in your hand so it's not real? Many things that can't be held in the hand are real, some very real. When I saw my first child it was very real, what I thought I couldn't hold in my hand but it is still fresh after 60 years, is that real or what? Retired living in Decatur, Alabama. Write as if it were a job, second shift. Few distractions late at night, around the witching hour it is quiet. Driving I saw a lot I'd rather unsee and a lot more I'm glad I saw, Highway 30 through Wyoming at the 66MM through to McCammon, Idaho, littered with history. Part of the old Oregon Trail, unmarred history like emigrant burial ground where fever took an entire wagon train and Wagon Box burial ground where a family was killed by Indians after their horses 'ran away'. Lava Hot Springs thermal springs and stream. And Fish Kill Summit where I put my hand in a cloud one winter day.
