Photo: Glen van Alkemade 2015

Through Drifting Snow

It is snowing hard.¬†This weather brings to mind three¬†girls for whom — or with whom — I have slogged through waist-deep drifting snow. When I was in junior high school, I lived in Wisconsin and had a crush on my friend Sheila. She lived just a few blocks away, and I would call her in…

How To Read “To Greece And Back”

Here are reminiscences of the time I spent in Greece during high school in the 1980’s. The posts are free standing, but in reverse chronological order. So if you want to read the story in order, start at the bottom of the category and read the posts backwards.

Missing Mariani

“Mariani? No, she left for England Friday.” I turned and gazed across the dining room of the pizza joint, tried to focus on something across the room as an anchor against the swell of emotion these words brought. I was at Portofino’s Pizza #13, in Kifisia, a northern suburb of Athens, Greece. It was the…

At The Font Of Anastasi

“Say, have you eaten anything today?” “I’m fine, all right?” I turned away from my father and took a step down the stairs to the street. Over my shoulder, I added, hopefully more gently, “I’ll meet you back here later.” I left him in the doorway of the pension and headed uphill along the narrow…

Forty red azaleas

Amsterdam: At The Florist

I awoke in a Vermeer painting. Watery afternoon light slanted through the high mullioned windows, creating shafts of golden bright contrasted with deep shadows of ocher and umber. I blinked and looked around, puzzled. My sister dozed in an armchair and I remembered. It was Saturday, February 14, 1981, and I had just arrived in…