The woman on the playground and her companion are speaking Italian. Their words are just barely audible, but every once in a while their voices carry, the rapid-fire words punctuating the hot August air with the reminder that we are, alas, not in Italy, though Delaware is a nice place to be. I write toContinue reading “Your inner voice”
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On reading
A friend recently asked me why I read books. It’s a deceptively simple question, and my knee-jerk response was equally simple: to learn about the world around me. But I think the real reasons I read books are much deeper than that. I read to learn about the world around me, yes, but also aboutContinue reading “On reading”
Grey Sea & Sky 