In the coming months, the two spent every market day together, exploring Kalaw and its vicinity as if they had discovered an uncharted island. They investigated the place with the…
She left that morning and ventured down to the market, around her feet moving and all parts of people moving. All the energy of the city seemed to be there,…
I love the surprising lack of regret or insecurity when it comes to loss in Roger Angell’s piece “Life in the Nineties”. We have all experienced loss and disappointment, and…
Some places felt too big, like the roads were not meant for people to drive next to one another. Inside the store aisles could be so large that there was…
Meanwhile, the day had folded into itself and combined with the terror to become vivid and pristine and perfect.….My son leaned and offered his hands to help me over the…
The park Calls out to me to be remembered, to not be forgotten I forget a lot of things The smell of coffee in the morning The toast in…
Love how Jhumpa Lahiri in The Lowland combines the changing of colors with his nostalgia for home. He had begun his third autumn in Rhode Island, 1971. Once more the leaves…
6:59. Elva sat with the chair between the door and the phone. If Joanie was somehow let in the building by someone else- she would come through the front door. …
She liked the paintings: radical Dublin landscapes, translated as line, shadow, color. Lara had published an art book and managed to sell some in the outdoor art shows in Merrion…
Lights in the Hand 