Illinois, Illinois

“Tell me about your corner of the world,” the hairdresser says. She yanks a comb through my hair, which is thick enough and wavy enough to flummox her. She’s already asked me if it’s natural, if I put anything in it, if I dye it. I’m not sure what she’s asking now. “Plainsboro?” I ask.Continue reading “Illinois, Illinois”

Standing in squares of sunshine

“Is this place haunted?” my colleague asks. Five of us from the Chemical Heritage Foundation are seated in the surgical amphitheater at the historic Pennsylvania Hospital. The hospital’s archivist is leaning on the non-historic operating table, awash in the sunlight that made nineteenth century surgical operations possible. She pauses, considering my colleague’s question, and cocksContinue reading “Standing in squares of sunshine”