My parents used to live near the beach, when there was a racetrack across the street. Now, houses are there, painted in too many colours. We walk slowly down the boardwalk and my mother points out trees to my father - "This one is so big now!" She tells me…
My old Goose on a Moose print and various old photos of my mother and Finland. I'm not really a fan of Doris Lessing's fiction, but I love her as a writer. If she catches me not writing, she shakes her finger at me and tells me to get moving.…
There are certain sounds that will be comforting forever: slippered feet on that creaky floor, early morning radio debates, water being poured into a kettle, screen doors sliding open. I stretch and kick the metal footboard as I had done every morning, and before I am fully myself I forget…
