Pieces of Light is a book to be taken up on a rainy afternoon or a snowy night, a book to be immediately absorbed by, to delight in for years. — Bloomsbury Review
A lovely piece of work whose author shows great serenity of spirit and the ability to be captivated by small things. — Ann Zwinger
From the beginning:
Monday, 7 September: This has been a journey of the heart. We have come home.
Home is the arid basins, valleys, and plains that lap at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. I have lived in many places in my life, but only the dry, open country of the Rockies tugs at my heartstrings. We had been living away for what seemed like long years, these last three near Puget Sound in Washington State. When my husband Richard decided this spring that he wanted to return to the Rockies in order to finish his doctorate in economics, I didn’t hesitate a moment. I could hardly contain my excitement. We both resigned from our jobs; we put our house and woods up for sale; Richard found a consulting job in Boulder, Colorado, and off we went. I’d never lived in Boulder before, never lived in any city before, but neither mattered. The region was right. It had the magic of arid landscapes: sweeping winds, clear light, and overhead the all-encompassing sky. …