I know that you know that I know. My mother still laughingly refers to this line, first uttered...

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It reappeared in my life carefully layered in tissue paper and bubble wrap, part of one of the...

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Scent Marking: Tsarina (Intensivo) I concentrate on the bottles within the mosaic-tiled...

‘You take a picture then move on’, the man says curtly in a German accent. I am paraphrasing from...

If the depths of our emotions were visible to the naked eye, how we treat people in our daily...

Stories that start with loss often begin to bloom only when we understand what was found—and so...

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Grey eyes fix like a dim light concentrating on dark water. I have been a point in the distance...

Where one is from but has never been to holds a talismanic hope to those who have no sense of...

____ comes in to tell me he heard on the radio that the mayor of Corfu said the majority of the...

When Italo Calvino died, he left behind an unfinished book of short stories on the senses, Under...

It is no doubt one of the greatest follies to think that one—the self, anyone—has control beyond...

Everything is fake.   “This is a film about lies” says Orson Welles in the trailer for F for...

Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That’s her perfume. Why she waved her hand. I leave you this to think of me...

A sign, to an unbeliever, is coincidence; one in a string of occurrences to take up or leave to...

Once in Saint-Germain I ate in a restaurant frequented mainly by students—an unassuming bistro...

Les Halles, sing-songed the automated voice on the Métro, a beat too long between words. The fast...

There is no escaping that slightly nasal drone, the one that makes my back teeth set and my body...