His voice knocks inside my skull, ricochets between my ears. His cries infest me with insomnia. He wants to see his little girl again. So I transcribe his story. Scribble what he dictates, tap insistent words and phrases into my computer. Intent on shutting him up. He wants to picnicContinue Reading
In planning my first trip to Paris, I didn’t care about seeing Notre Dame. I’d read so many descriptions of it by the likes of Dumas, Hugo, Zola. How could Notre Dame be so special? I thought. We landed at Charles de Gaulle the day before Thanksgiving 2003. I wasContinue Reading
Epiphanies are the soul of life. They force us to dig deeper, try harder, and get back up when we’ve been knocked over for the first (or millionth) time. A person who can’t recall her last epiphany is a stunted soul who chooses the comfort of familiarity and stagnation overContinue Reading