While growing up in the rural countryside of Kentucky, I was surrounded by an eclectic group of family and friends. My earliest recollections are of living in the little white house on Orchard Avenue in Louisville.
J. Schlenker, a late-blooming author, lives with her husband out in the splendid center of nowhere in the Kentucky foothills of Appalachia where the only thing to disturb her writing is croaking frogs and the occasional sounds of hay being cut in the fields.