J. Price Higgins was a Depression-era baby raised in Great Bend, Kansas, on a farm surrounded by dust. A veteran, divorce’, and one hell of a mother, she married a couple of good men with bad habits and lived the last thirty years of her life as a single woman, and the last twelve writing three novels. “Who needs a man, when you have a good book?” At eighty-one she had earned the right to say anything she wanted, and it was common for total strangers to start up a conversation “just because.” J. Price Higgins had that impact on people.