Monthly Archives: September 2014

The Script of our Lives

When I was eight, I kept having a dream.  Tucked under the covers of my four-poster bed, I dreamed of a large open book. A hand was in the process of filling the pages with elegant words, elaborating and unfolding … Continue reading

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La Vendange of the Marquis d’Espagne

We used to live down the road from the Marquis d’Espagne. Writing from where I sit now, in a fusty New England house of rigid lines and upright lives, such a sentence seems implausible.  Do marquises still exist? Maybe I … Continue reading

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September Song

September is a siren if there ever was one.   She is alluring, at once promising beginnings, promising fulfillment and signalling ends. She is the year in her ninth month.   As for beginnings, she gives birth to a new stage of … Continue reading

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Labor Day

We were promised a tour of the Mascaró shoe factory in Ferreries, Menorca, but it didn’t materialize. So happily, we clamored down a small metal stairase and wandered the factory floor ourselves. Over here, metal bins of shoe forms and … Continue reading

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