I’m talking on the phone to friend and fellow writer, Ann Jacobus, who lives in San Francisco. As she talks, I’m watching the way the Amsterdam rain hits my bay window sideways. Lots of things slip sideways here, as if sideways is a portal to dreams.
Read MoreWe meet over lunch under a large glass dome and the rain on the edge of Vondel Park in Amsterdam. I want to talk to my friend and fellow writer, Gina Miroula, about shapeshifting. About the freedom to change shape and structure and become something finned, furred or feathered. But her thoughts go straight to skin. Human skin and very human emotions.
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