Donna Arp Weitzman: 2 books

Okay, lover girl. Your new man has you startled, staggered, and swept off your feet. Now what? You know who you are. The store clerk caught you scooping up beauty tips and slipping Cosmo magazines under the milk and potatoes in your grocery cart. And you are busy checking in at yoga studios...

Claustrophobia. I didn't know the meaning of the word until I moved to Dallas. The city’s concrete skyscrapers stifle most breezes and often divert the wind, my constant companion in West Texas where I grew up. Even with decades of city living behind me, most of my recollections involve the wind...