April was in her late twenties, but she was built like a nineteen-year-old, willowy and deceptively resilient. Most people she met underestimated her, including me. We caught a flight at nine A.M., spent most of the trip talking about my most recent brush with death, and landed right after eleven...
Even leaving on a 7 A.M. flight, which meant I missed wishing Chela good-bye before she got up for school, I didn’t land in Tallahassee until after five. My second plane, from Atlanta to Tallahassee, was a little twenty-passenger jet parked out on the tarmac by its lonesome. We had to walk out. I...
Three photographers and one video cameraman were camped out across the street from the house I was visiting in Brentwood, more paparazzi than I’d had at my curb that morning. The story was moving in another direction. Usually, I would stop and take a close look at anyone milling around near me, b...