On Saturday morning, I recycled empty plastic bottles at Havelpark that I’d been collecting for weeks. They vibrated in Oma’s basket on...

I have that kind of soul and body and mind restlessness where I keep erasing this first sentence because I want to start with a bang, to...

I'm at the bus stop Waiting for five after nine For gym and best friend (Sara's getting me to think in haikus.) On Wednesday I visited...

le week-end passé And here again, so many days have passed. I’m standing outside on the train platform in the heavenly sun, wearing just...

I feel like it's been so long since I've blogged that I don't even know what to say, how to write, how to think. But it's only been a...