My children stopped eating when we moved to this country. Their sandwiches come home untouched in their sacks, whole apples, whole crackers, un-nibbled pieces of cheese. Breakfast, they refuse fruit, toast, yogurt. They sip dew-beads of water from … Continued
My father is watching in amazement as my phone rings but I don’t pick it up. “You’re not going to answer that?” he asks, incredulous. “No,” I say. He’s seventy-one, reading the Times, wearing a black sweat suit and sipping … Continued
We haven’t been friends for a while, you and I, but you should know I’ve been watching you. You’re growing your hair long—it looks good. There’s still that curl in front, though, the one you hated so much. Back during … Continued
It’s the day after Christmas, 2004. I’m eight years old. It’s about 8:30 am, and the sea is acting funny. It drags itself back kilometer after kilometer. We watch it go, slowly. When it stops, it piles up … Continued