“Love Finds a Way,” D.W Griffith wrote in 1909, but it wasn’t any easier in those primitive days before computers. A person had to find a date or mate in ...
A personal memoir about a young woman who finds herself depressed at a hen party.
Towards the end of our time in Mozambique, my wife and I had arranged to meet a friend in Metangula, a small strip of a town on the shores of ...
I rocked back and forth, still holding onto the headrest, singing those lyrics, whether it was the chorus or verse or that freaky middle part with the wailing
But I didn’t swim and when we were all settled back around the fire, it seemed as if the shame clung wetly to me as we all dried off.
I arrived to find him sitting at the end of the bar. He was in his late thirties, a few years younger than me, cuter than his photos – a ...
Abandoned state hospitals, inextricably linked to their former existence as asylums for the insane, captivate me most of all.
You annoy me sometimes, but still, I’m drawn to you like the magnetic north. Like iron filings in a school physics lesson; fragments of me arc this way and that, ...
To prepare for months of chemotherapy treatments I would be getting for cancer my wife Geraldine bought a bag of weed without telling me.
From your deuxieme étage perch, you watch some of the most beautiful women in the world walk by carrying bread or flowers or fresh meat or heavy bags of ...
The best children’s books create their own world, and make it so ridiculous and rich that we have no choice other than to believe in it, subscribe to its newsletters, ...
While many view this time of year as the season of resolve, I can’t help but see it as a time for regret. January means the end of holiday travel, ...
I’ve just spent almost an hour inside a railway station without a single substance in my body to alleviate terror. This is a first in ten years, or more.
Numerous dating apps and websites make it extremely difficult to find “The One” in this day and age and – this coming from a twenty-year-old who has utilised most of ...
No. That won’t work. A watch will make me think of time and time reminds me of death and death means funerals and at funerals there is always some guy standing ...
It was always a challenge to discover what I wanted to say. Perhaps I was saying too much, scattered here and there, a corpus in need of some coherence, a ...
When a city’s downtown is deserted on a Saturday afternoon, I want to go AWOL, too. That was my reaction after leaving our Richmond, Virginia, hotel to explore the area ...
Sitting with her then showed the true reality of how far she had gone. Before she would tell goofy stories or ask the same questions over and over, but now ...
I chose Versailles. My daughter chose the Paris Catacombs.
I have lived in Paris’s 11th arrondissement for over fifteen years.
