No This But This

My time is told in the names of women I have loved. They are the veils that filter light's intensity. They have been my heart's fire, explains Ella, the narrator of a story that extends through the many sacred moons of her life. After living eighty years she is attempting to fit those changing moons, those fragments of experience, those diverse experiences of love into a fullness that has meaning. This is a novel of reflections upon the everyday mysteries of a woman's life. Often dreamlike and mystical, Ella's reflections upon memory create a timeline that is synchronistic rather than chronological.