There’s a heck of a lot of erotica going on inside an iris blossom. Stamen. Pistel. Haft. Falls and standards. Claws. And, of course, those fuzzy, caterpillar-like beards.
I first met Jasmin Darznik back in 2006, and right away she presented a problem. We were in the same nonfiction writing workshop at Squaw Valley and I didn’t know what to say about her manuscript.
Driving home the other day from just one of countless visits to my mom at the hospital, I had to ask myself , why aren’t I writing about her?