Yvette Hatrak's take on the connections between men and women is not a cheerful one. In the country her characters inhabit--lost somewhere in the spiritual mid-latitudes of Barstow and Bakersfield, Needles and Lodi--love is possible but not likely, and in any case it wouldn't solve anything. What is likely is trouble and sorrow and regret, the pot-holes and wrong turns on the two lane blacktop of life. The characters dance around obstacles, stumble over their own feet, get up and shout when anybody with any sense would stay quiet. We're presented with all these turbulent lives, all these collisions, the emotional wreckage, but still it's a sweet road in its own way and we want to keep traveling it.

--Francois Camoin, Like Love But Not Exactly