This weekend passed too quickly, a rush of good, happy people and guitar music and lots of food and drinks and a wedding that stretched into the night under a canopy of Christmas lights and photo booth portraits. S and I drove up on Friday afternoon, crawling our way through long-weekend traffic on the […]
After three weeks in Scotland, the humidity of Jamaica makes the air physically thick and hard to walk through, like you’re wading through some sort of steam room, some impossibly warm ocean. I haven’t slept for almost fifty hours by the time I get to the resort. My brother and almost-sister-in-law are watching the presidential […]
My best friend got married the day before I left for Scotland. I packed up all my things, I put the suitcases into the garage, and I drove the four hours up to Vermont and found myself in a bar, by myself, waiting for her.
On the beach I watched the young girl appear out of nowhere and park herself in front of me. She wore a one-piece bathing suit, loose and hanging in the way that all little girl bathing suits seem to be, pulled and stretched out and faded pink with flowers. She had a little yellow shovel […]