I have known Lacy Crawford a long, long time. We met our freshman year in college and both, I think, recognized a kindred spirit. We shared long walks on our campus's tow path, an awareness of how the texture of light changes throughout a day and throughout a year, a deep respect for the solstice and long, red hair. We also both loved words: poems, essays, novels, lyrics, quotes. Since 1992, Lacy and I have been trading book suggestions and passages we have read that moved us.
