Her most cherished album of all, and her most cherished memories, were of her trip to Italy when she was in her twenties. It was the trip of her life. She had to live at home for two years saving money for it.
Still Life in Photos
The Feelings That We All Shared
HEARING THINGS? SENSING SOMETHING THAT HAS YET TO COME?
The Escape
At night, my daughter whispers of her friends’ vacations to Portugal, Iceland, Barbados.
“How about…Canada?” I whisper back.
I’m still unemployed.
“How about high tea, a ferry ride, just you and me?”
Silence That Teaches
I had been reading Haiku for five years before moving to Japan. Bashō, Issa, Buson…their work hovered in my margins like birds outside a window: elegant, distant, beautiful. I read their poems with reverence, but from a certain remove, as one might admire a bonsai in a museum case.
How I Write
The way I tend to write is less about beginning with a clear argument and more about paying attention to small moments until they begin to suggest something larger.
Drawings
The afternoon I was supposed to sign my employment contract, I walked out the company doors, resolved never to return.