The Slowest Express I Have Never Caught
The Pixel
There is a train in Switzerland that calls itself an express and takes all day about it. I have wanted to ride it for years.
Journal
Essays, recipes and photographs, posted whenever something is worth keeping.
Six Frames From the Sea Wall
The Pixel
One short walk, one roll of film, and six pictures I would keep.
What the Fog Took Off My To-Do List
The Pixel
By noon the ridge was gone and so was every reason to hurry.
Ways to be alone without being lonely
The Pixel
The first winter here I ate dinner standing up. It took me two years to set the table for one, and another to light the candle.
A Balcony, Six Pots and One Stubborn Geranium
The Pixel
The geranium has outlived two landlords and one marriage.
The Lentils That Got Me Through November
The Pixel
Every year there is a week in November when I stop being interested in food, and this is what I cook then.
I Tried to Become a Morning Person Again
The Pixel
This is the fourth attempt, and the first with equipment.
In Praise of the Stopping Train
The Pixel
Every country has a train that exists for the people who live along it, and those are the only trains I really want to know about.
Twelve Books I Bought for the Person I Hoped to Be
The Pixel
She reads Russian novels and gets up early. I have yet to meet her.
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