I found the chef standing outside, waiting for the gate to be opened. He was peering intently at his smartphone, the sun warm against his face. It was the kind of midmorning sun that allowed you to keep your …
I once wrote about a former gangster turned teacher here. We stayed in touch and chatted once in a while. The other day he told me that he was carjacked. I said, “Who jacks Soprano?” [That’s how I …
What’s the weight of shame and embarrassment? Does it, say, weigh more than joy and pride? Does it weigh more than a new-born baby’s head? Or sirloin? Would you use shame and embarrassment as an anchor to prevent a …
Sometimes he looks at his wife lying on the other sofa, legs stretched out, a cup of tea at the foot of the sofa, watching a silly video from her phone with a frozen smile on her face, the …
Some of you have been sending me compliments for upgrading the aesthetics of this patio. You say that the new curtains have given it a more modern feeling. Truer words have never been spoken.
