Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.

As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, which is to say there is a source so sweet and forgiving and generous that I pray every day to let that source be my guide.

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.