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Odd. Just plain odd. No other word for it. It’s hard to see, against the backdrop of beech and brush at the edge of the...
Climb the stairs. Take the call. Stand by the old green chair. Don’t sit down. Hear your mother say It’s cancer. Don’t answer right away. Clamp down your fear before...
In August heat, the urge to be misplaced can find you standing on the sidewalk, disoriented, holding someone else’s photos by mistake. Trying to place that...
Fear is in your bread and you must choke it down. To think of home— the courtyard with its red filigreed rug, the peel-paint walls, how the...
He spoke seven languages and was never allowed to leave the country. He’d gone to school in Paris, which made him an enemy of...