The Rest Is His Story
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A Longer Kind of Story
I am the book. I have been reading myself for years. Some chapters I understood immediately. Others required glasses. Yet, I love every ridiculous edition and every badly written chapter. There are pages I have reread so many times that… Continue reading
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The Inconvenience of Advice
What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you? Advice. A fascinating six-letter word. It masquerades as a gift, but quite often acts as a mirror for the person giving it. They hand you a hand-me-down map, forgetting… Continue reading
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The Pothole Stays
What’s one thing that would instantly improve your city? A palace. Nothing too extravagant. Apparently, I no longer believe ordinary municipal improvements are sufficient. Potholes, after a while, you simply get used to. Every city has them. A Queen must… Continue reading
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The Longest Three Hundred Feet in Texas
What’s the longest trip you’ve ever taken? The longest trip I have ever taken was not across an ocean. It did not require a passport or a suitcase. It was approximately three hundred feet. I left my house early one… Continue reading
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The Velvet Cage and an Empty Purse
What’s your best tip for budget travel? I have always preferred traveling in the off-season. Yes, it is less expensive, but that is hardly its greatest luxury. The crowds disappear. The streets become streets again. Tables sit empty beneath the… Continue reading
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The Woman Who Misplaced Her Cartoons
Who is your favorite cartoon character? Over fifty summers have bloomed and died before my eyes. I have watched the green leaves wither and fall to the ground, counting each sunrise and sunset as the relentless hand of Time marches… Continue reading
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Desire Has a Credit Limit
There was a time when I wanted everything. Unfortunately, this happened to coincide with the exact period of my life when I could afford almost nothing. I could walk through a store and find seventeen things I desperately thought I… Continue reading
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A Conversation I Carry
If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says? Mine speak in color. Every morning,I gather their sentences—little colored messages. A pale blue thoughtleft beneath a few feathers. And every so often,someone has something enormous to… Continue reading
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The Books Were Innocent
Have you ever regretted reading a book — which one and why? I had just poured myself a cup of coffee. Three days of peace and tranquility were behind me, and I was slowly crawling back toward civilization. I was… Continue reading
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I Was Never Going to the Airport
What’s the best and worst airport you’ve been to? I have never met a good airport. I have never met a bad one either. An airport is a door. Who stands in the doorway admiring the hinges? Looking through my… Continue reading
