Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
The earrings were a gift from Rolfe, the odd fellow who turned out to be the great love of my life. Having been a fool for love more than once, how lucky am I that Rolfe didn’t enter the picture to appreciate that Sam Keen was right: we come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to…
Some important bits were buried here in St.-Tropez, but the losses were mostly of my own making, the result of an alcohol-informed arrogance, which assured me that, with determination and one more drink, I could fix everything, the world would…
Now I know. I am as young as I will ever be. I am never going to be any younger than I am this minute. This second. Oops. There goes another second. And there’s no way to stop that. I can go on whining. Or I can enjoy the…
A young woman, also smiling, approaches us. I point to the dishes on the other tables.
“We’ll have some of that.”
Josh is worried. He has not forgotten Canton, where we…
I ask the young woman who brings us refills on the coffee what this wonderful soup is called, feeling like a person from San Antonio walking into a New York deli and asking what a bagel is. She opens her mouth and puffs at me. I can’t tell if it’s a word or an expression of Vietnamese…
