Quote for Today: Alexander McCall Smith
Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, …
Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, …
Day 18: Peas by Annie Schmidt, translated by J.H. and J.W. Prins. It’s funny how memory changes the nature of our experience. Our elders are very dear to us.
A building does not have to be an important work of architecture to become a first-rate landmark. Landmarks are not created by architects. They are fashioned by those who …
40 days of poetry: Day 13. Today I’m reading Music Swims Back to Me, by Anne Sexton, about her experience being institutionalized for mental illness. Simultaneously clear and murky, it …
Those books, pasted together by my grandmother, year after year, replaced the cognitive exercise of memory for me. Sitting on a section of wall-to-wall carpeting, drinking the bubbling red birch …
The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of summers past. It had seemed as though those sweet dreams of summer …
I visit him a few times downtown while he paints. We talk about how he’s going to Spain for the fall semester and he shows me a painting he …
For all the pain you suffered, my mama. For all the torment of your past and future years, my mama. For all the anguish this picture of pain will cause …
I thought of that lost book and all the memories it held and how it was just one of millions of objects in the world loaded with secret history which …
Stories are a kind of thing, too. Stories and objects share something, a patina. I thought I had this clear, two years ago before I started, but I am no …
