There is a very interesting story about Cupid and His mortal Bride Psyche in Roman mythology. Venus was jealous of the beauty of Psyche, and ordered Cupid to punish the mortal. But instead, Cupid fell deeply in love with her. He took her as his wife, but as a mortal she was forbidden to look at him. How can these two words, love and forgiveness change your whole perspective on life? First, you must put your trust in something bigger than yourself. These henna tattoos spoke of intricacy, of the webwork between two people, of ties that bind and how difficult it is to find their beginnings and their ends. We were married. Hip, hip, hooray. You were wronged or someone betrayed you, how can you let that go? Forgive. Forgive and it will set your heart free. I decided to take a walk. I went into the center of town, pressed my nose against a bakery window, watched the man with flour on his hands, the dough as soft as skin, pushed and pulled and shaped at last into stars. I had never written about love in the context of "the infinite complexities of this unique human emotion. Her irate husband drives young Peter Ott to ride out of thar.
But my novels are not about love.
Well, I guess I lied about that. There is an exception
