Letting Go of Loneliness

About Lori Covington
Two wandering southerners --a sensitive and imaginative Texan bearing a keen resemblance to Vivien Leigh and a close-mouthed Mississippi sailor with a thing for long-legged beauties, snatched me from a blanket of kelp while my somewhat absent-minded and amphibious mother frolicked in the cool, funky waters of San Francisco Bay.Telling each other we were clearly meant for each other, the pair bundled the cooing, chuckling infant into their 1957 Pontiac and proceeded to enlisted Navy housing in San Diego, where a petting-zoo goat attempted to eat my stroller, and later, to Florida, where I attempted to eat a frog...

A peripatetic lifestyle, with so many relocations that I recognize regions by restaurants and the scent of the air rather than street names. Like my parents, I love to experience the language, food and aroma of new places, to visit and stay long enough to really know... Like the mermaid who bore me, I am buoyant, (no, really--physically, I float!) exuberantly drawn to the wet, salty and tidal, the gleam of nacre and the possibility of oaken treasure chests just below the tide line....

Writing was inevitable: an easily portable means of creating and transferring dreams and connecting with others while sailing a multitude of seas...