Langdon writes like it’s her job.

Every day from 4:30am on, she writes and learns from fiction of different sorts, walks dangerously fast, rides a bright orange tricycle to somewhere - maybe Costco - and then writes more fiction. She has completed two novels and is working toward publication, starting on a third.

She studied at four colleges, started two businesses, and succeeded in seven different careers coast-to-coast. After getting good at many things but not best at any, she woke to find she had accidentally learned the most about people and what is expected of life.

Langdon greets the stark, dark morning moon and hides from sunburn; she’s a native Southerner with thin Scottish skin and little patience with empty prayers, blowhards, or mean-spirited people. On foot, she waves at every car she meets in her neighborhood, or not.

A recovering scientist (protein structure research), Langdon is a delighted wife, mother of adults (two doctors), grandmother. She likes to travel, and does so every chance she gets.

Langdon can’t see your best self with her glasses on, can’t see the page or screen with ‘em off.

Calla lilies in the front yard

Ocracoke

Front of a soft drink vending machine near the lycée in Angoulême … student art!

On plaques embedded in sidewalks all over town, Libourne remembers neighbors killed in the Holocaust.