Prose | Memoir

For the Love of Joan

An excerpt from my “first novel”

Joan Veronica Cotter Jasek, mid 1990’s | Photo by author

Imagine with me: it’s Thanksgiving Day. The sky hangs low, a heavy grey ceiling, and there’s a nip in the air that makes you twice as thankful, since this is Texas and more often than not you celebrate the supposed-to-be-cozy holidays in a t-shirt. You’ve been awake since early, excitement dashing away the siren song of the…