Growing up, you have a certain conception of the way life is, the way the world works. Images of seasons, events, are pressed into your mind and solidified. Later, when you’re all grown up (if there is such a thing), you’re disappointed that you can’t revive those feelings. You catch a whiff of some candle […]
As I get ready for work, I finger a row of books on the shelf, tickling the spines of favorite titles like John Updike’s Brazil and Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita until I reach a tiny volume. My fingers rest upon the broken and bent spine of Allan Hibbard’s Paul Bowles, Magic, and Morocco, […]
I think that if I had to describe winter in Boston without using words, I would show you this photo: It probably goes without saying that I’m really looking forward to my upcoming trip to Miami.