Free Falling

I could spend my life piecing old bones together if it helped me to understand the past.

A father with a harsh sense of humor, whose sudden diagnosis of mental illness justified, in retrospect his behavior; a cold mother who understood the vocation for writing as a defense against the onslaught of life, a comforting container in which to process emotions; a need for and absence of control, a boundless hunger for love, seeing in men a place to anchor the splintered parts of herself.

Pulsatilla’s return to writing with expressive maturity and irony. A novel with an understatedly explosive force.