The Beginning of Freedom
I was on the lookout when change came and found me. After twenty years in Paris, after eighteen years of writing, working, and living in the same lovely-crappy-inspiring atelier, I felt myself stagnating, waiting for a chance to break out…
Skopelos: To Write or Not to Write
I won’t write about my month on Skopelos because if I did,I would have to tell you how lucky I feel to wake up each day to a view of the sea, which is always and never the same, and…
Like the Water
I’m writing at a dressing table placed in front of the open French doors of our bedroom overlooking the Aegean Sea. D is writing under an umbrella on the terrace. I watch him at times, and he looks as though…
When Time is Limited
Traveling, the actual movement of my body and mind through space, is more time consuming than I had imagined. I don’t only lose hours with boarding airplanes or waiting for the shuttle bus (or boat—to take us along the Venetian…
Introducing Myself: What’s in a Name?
Traveling means meeting new lands, new cultures, new people. I am introducing myself frequently these days and I wonder what what we get out of this ritual. There’s a handshake, an exchange of names, the storage of first impressions, and…
Naples, a Two-Day Impression
Naples is alleys and castles, Fascist architecture, churches and baroque art, heaps of garbage, espressos, rows of bars, and streets lined with beautifully dilapidated facades.
Top Things to Do in Zurich: Personal Favorites
On our last day in Switzerland, I look back at our lovely slow month in Zollikon / Zürich, knowing we will return to this spot in the future. Mostly because our good friend lives here and we’ve made some new…
