I'm reading a book called "Where the Crawdads Sing".

It is the book I had hoped to write when I wrote.

It's the New York Times Bestseller version of my "Sadie's Song".

It's about a girl who grew up alone in the marshlands of North Carolina. She had barely any outside contact, except for a few boys who steered their boats onto her land.

Kya.

Women of all shapes and sizes. Potato, rose, tin can, long neck bottle, pear, guitar shaped women. They sing, they all sing, deep and bellowing, sorrowful and maudlin, cheerful and splendid musical women. Remember: He called you a scholar. He is proud. --

7:00 p.m. - 2019-06-09