There was him and Anxin and me and Anxin was very young. This wasn’t a love triangle because I knew the dangers of wanting to make someone else’s dreams come true. I’d done that once before. We carried equipment—cables and things zippered in nylon. We did heavy lifting and then I sat in that pile, he called it, of water. […]
Excerpt from Exit to Americana
Yes, Mr. Caruso. The fantasy begins the same way. Mr. Caruso doesn’t mean to interrupt, but he has been so concerned about my happiness, he had to pay a visit. Do I feel I made the right choice, choosing the one bedroom with the terrace above the Apple Store, instead of the two bedroom with […]
It Might’ve Happened Earlier
Pure skyline and all the horizons I’ll never forget—and I’m thinking about how washing windows would be a pretty hard job, maybe one of the hardest. Not because of the heights but because the only way to know you’ve done a perfect job is when you can see yourself at least more clearly than when […]