I Only Want

I was walking down Kassaveti Street in Kifissia, a¬†northern suburb of Athens. It was different from when I had lived there in the 80’s. All was stern, bland urban architecture, bigger and more built up. The air was a bright, pale dusty yellow. The city was completely silent and deserted. I was the only living…

Pillows and Pillboxes

I dreamed I was walking through a quiet, shady town just after a flood. It was late afternoon. The summer sunlight glimmered greenly through drippy trees. Water covered the streets, over the curb, across the greenway and sidewalks, and partially across the debris-strewn lawns. I tread lightly along the plashy sidewalk, gently pressing¬†a large, soft…

In A Shady Italian Orchard

We spent the summer of 2013 at the small estate in northern Italy that my father left to us. My family disintegrated in the early 1980’s. We went our several ways, but when my dad died in 1987, a will appeared indicating he had left us a small villa. Somehow it belonged to all of…

Hiking the Himalayas with Mom

“Hey! That was my mother, you know. I can’t just go get another.” I was really annoyed with my Sherpa. My mother and I had been hiking through the Himalayas. We each had a Sherpa guide. My mom was wearing a parka with fuzzy trim that I don’t remember seeing her in since the late…