I’ve been spending long, distracted hours staring into middle distance again. It tends to happen after a visit home. Daydreaming. […]
You have to be clear about things. Being that I’m not the most sensitive or intuitive individual in the world, […]
Helen remembers it was pre-World War II. She was a nurse. Some of the patients on her ward were there […]
I think I might genuinely be a fraud.
Foreign language and its unmapped terrain.
He stood in front of this class and he said “Playwright, dear friends, is spelled p-l-a-y-w-r-i-g-h-t … that’s ‘w-r-i-g-h-t’ not ‘w-r-i-t-e’ … you see, a play is not written … it is wrought!”. As soon as the words had left his mouth and its corners began to rise in a knowing smile, I was captivated. It felt like the most profoundly correct statement I had ever heard. It was a fundamental realization. It was right. Wright!