Though Weary Evening Eyes Do Get Sunsets…
On the long journey doubts were often my companions. I’ve always admired those reporters who can descend on an area, talk to key people, ask key questions, take samplings of … Continue reading
“The Winter of Our Discontent” in August
See you Monday for a happy tale from the Ataturk airport, Istanbul. For now, a few lines from John Steinbeck’s “The Winter of Our Discontent,” which I just devoured. đ … Continue reading
Wrong Turns
âI donât mind if I make mistakes. It may be that in one of the blind alleys I may find something to my purpose.â –(Larry.) The Razor’s Edge. W. Somerset … Continue reading
So when you’re out to dinner and…
As their parents sat at the table and talked, the children kept running around, hiding underneath and shouting at one another. These people’s happiness pleased Mevlut. Human beings were made … Continue reading
Be Nice To Yourself (As Well)
Itâs more like: if you can think of times in your life that youâve treated people with extraordinary decency and love, and pure uninterested concern, just because they were valuable … Continue reading
Skills and Struggles
One might read the lives of the saints and think: I could be more generous, more loving, more patient, and so on. But, when he think that we have to … Continue reading
The Best Souvenirs are the People You’ll Meet
The girl brought it out in truth as she might have brought a huge confession, something she admitted herself shy about and that would seem to show her as frivolous; … Continue reading
Why I Smile –Even When I’m in the Grocery Store
We stand much more in need of encouragement, of positive and clear direction. We know well enough what is wrong with us, but the monotony of the life sometimes makes … Continue reading
Men at Work
“Always I find when I begin to write there is one character who obstinately will not come alive. There is nothing psychologically false about him, but he sticks, he has … Continue reading
A Happy and Beautiful Solitude (For Now)
I felt happy and grateful and kept thinking an old thought: I wished that all my friends who I love so much could see and feel what I see and … Continue reading
Every Meal
With this feast I drank most of a bottle of Muscadet out of my modest âcellarâ. I ate and drank slowly as one should (cook fast, eat slowly) and without … Continue reading
Mapmaking
âThe life of an individual is in many respects like a childâs dissected map. If I could life a hundred years, keeping my intelligence to the last, I feel as … Continue reading
Inheritance
I inherited from my father his way of looking at things and some of his integrity, and from my mother her dissatisfaction with the mess the world is in and … Continue reading
Meet Me in St. Louis
It did not take him long to act. Often nowadays people do not know what to do and so live out their lives as if they were waiting for some … Continue reading
A Home on the Horizon
It is just that, as it now suddenly occurs to me, this is the first time in my life that I have been really alone at night. My childhood home, … Continue reading
Show Me State Signs
Traveling, scrawling, but I thought you might like these signs from a road trip through Missouri. Wednesday, we will observe some mid-flight flirting. I watched the whole encounter with a … Continue reading
Do Envy the Oldsters
From this one may see that there is no reason to pity the old people. Instead, young people should envy them. It is true that the old have no opportunities, … Continue reading
For the Hard Days
“Too often,” [Bear Hayes] said, “we lose sight of just how much we have to be grateful for. And we must be grateful for our hardships. We must be more … Continue reading
The Anticipation of Memory
To a certain extent he took comfort in the inevitable and when they sat down to dinner he could already, a little, look upon her as a lovely fragment of … Continue reading
Anywhere
A stranger: the word meant nothing to her; there was no place in the world where she felt a stranger. She circulated the dregs of the cheap port in her … Continue reading
The Nice Thing About Strangers 