Monthly Archives: July 2018

In a canoe at night, we crane at the stars till our necks won’t let us.   Lena sterns the canoe her J-stroke confident. I rest my paddle.   “You can help,” she says. A hint of irritation. I dip … Continue reading →

Leontyne Price is amazing.  Sally feels herself rising out of her seat on the balcony at the Met, her heart lifting, pumping strangely in counterpoint to the sublime crescendo of Price’s song.  Art is physical, Sally thinks, and yet she … Continue reading →

It is Thursday, my third day of a five and a half day writing retreat.  In the first two days, I revamped the memoir I have been working on for nine years, and I have the draft I have been … Continue reading →