Author of three previous novels, a handful of short stories and a bit of poetry. Born and reared in Mississippi, I have lived in Texas 47 years. My roots will always be in Mississippi, but my heart is in Texas.
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During the Korean War, a Texas family moves from the beaches of Galveston to the piney woods of East Texas around Tyler. Another family history from the distant past overlaps theirs; and just as roses have images in their colors, from the joy of the yellow rose to the darkness of the black rose, some families have varied colored chronicles —some joyful, some dark.
Flowers have a function other than beauty, itself a gathering for arousing and providing emotional hygiene; much more than the natural splendor observed in rainbows. Blossoms, which lodge birds, breastfeed bees, and aid with their roots in keeping the soil from wandering in erosional exodus have such provisions in the resume of the mission of the immobile life forms.