"I want the same space to write in every day, my own private acres to log, a rangy old mule team and a barn to put them in. But all of this can wait. Everything can wait. Permanence and security don’t suit me now. As I turn on the beach with my mother toward my car, the wind on our backs now, I’m grateful that I took that ride on a covered wagon. It taught me to live with uncertainty and not to expect too much from life."