The Memory of Chairs

My problem with New Year resolutions is that for most people, they seem to focus on sucking the joy out of things. Instead of berating myself for not having the same body as… Continue reading

We’re All Mad Here

“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But… Continue reading

Views of the Alhambra

Who ever made thy moon-lit balconies, thy gardens of myrtles and roses, of oranges, citrons, and pomegranates, respond to more tender serenades? –Washington Irving, Tales of the Alhambra The hostel in Granada was full,… Continue reading

Train Journeys: Sri Lankan Hill Country

The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn’t… Continue reading

Visions of Sugar Plums

Per Sweet Baby’s and my usual morning routine, we yawn and we stretch, and then blearily walk/crawl (contingent on our respective capabilities) into the living room. I then step into the kitchen nook to make… Continue reading

I Shouldn’t Forget My Heart

We finally got a Christmas tree this year. A small, delicate one that looks real enough I can almost pretend into existence the spicy tang of true pine needles. Though it doesn’t hold much more than… Continue reading