There's an antique store called "Bardo" near the Carmel Market. It always seems to be closed when I pass but late last week it was open....

"The soul seeks its own society," Emily Dickinson wrote. Which, when I first read as a sixteen-year-old, I interpreted as a kind of...

and I pull out the umbrella I just bought for eight dollars, smaller and uglier than the one for five but looks stronger. I walk to the...

I was never a fan of Tuesday, it’s too in the middle, not— a beginning day like Monday or Sunday, an entire music score waiting to be...

My watch says I have twenty-seven minutes to spare and just then I see a café, which is not such a miracle in New York, every block has...

Time is an illusion. Albert Einstein   She was chopping vegetables she says when the earthquake hit, listening to the podcast I sent her...

She calls her night my morning, finals, senior thesis, friend-stuff. How are you maman? The French she uses when feeling soft, when...

Absence   Maybe, though, it’s not always the stars that matter but the space between them, the lines we draw to shape the absence....

Focus on movement, not               balance, says the teacher as I stand on one foot trying not         to                  try?...

Every morning we have tea, my husband and me, this morning no different. I boil water— Darjeeling for him, decaf chai for me. I fold...

It's been a big week. An overwhelming week. A week when it has been a challenge to find words to name the plethora of emotions and...

It's been a while... I'm thinking about beauty. I'm thinking about art. Keats and "Ode on a Grecian Urn" and Bishop and "One Art". About...

This is the story told in hushed tones. It is the version of the tale they do not want you to know. After all, what is more powerful than...

I have a scar running diagonally across my nose. The reminder of a car accident that killed the other driver and nearly ten-year-old me...

I had a talk with one of my daughters recently about the ups and downs of being in one’s twenties—the insecurities, the angst, the...

In his latest book, Blue Ruin, author Hari Kunzru explores the role of art and the artist in society. Jay, the central character, rejects...

I have spent a lifetime trying not to feel fear. I never wanted the difficulties of my childhood to be an excuse for failure. I did not...

The first sounds I heard this morning were birds chirping. High-pitched happy sounds. And I smiled in reaction and was filled with joy....

I was a bit late to the game. Yesterday a friend asked me if I’d heard about the controversy with Alice Munro. I hadn’t. What she told me...

A few days ago, I am feeling that late-afternoon slump. I am dragging and still have a lot to do so I make myself some coffee and...