When I think back about Tbilisi, I may remember fat, green figs ripening on trees; wooden balconies decorated with elaborately carved lattice work that often dangled precariously; an abundance of cat and anti-Russian graffiti painted on doors and drab concrete… Read More ›
I remember sitting at the kitchen table, the setting sun, a plate with two beets. My parents were lovely people, but both had come from farming families. They believed in the healing power of fruits and vegetables. Eating mine was… Read More ›
I love you, I love you not It’s strange to remember back to the time when I thought my parents had everything figured out and my grandparents were ancient. Now that I’m both a parent and a grandparent, my perspective… Read More ›
There’s been a lot of busy-ness of late. We went to Italy for the back half of November, ultimately decided to cancel our return flight, and instead took the train back from Naples to Paris. Our time was limited, so… Read More ›
As the last note sounded, someone in the audience cried out. Not a bravo mind you, but more the type of shriek one might utter if a stranger had leapt from a closet in the middle of the night. A… Read More ›
The World In Between 