"if you're lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it" John Irving
The sun shone beautifully, and it was only February, so we opened the windows and smelled the almost-spring and the end-of-winter and the first blue sky in a week. I had been in a fog this January. I …
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Mohammad moved to Michigan last spring, soon after we finished writing the first draft of Once We Were Strangers. I drove him around Lancaster, trying to find a moving truck. I felt like I was helping …
I'm sitting at the small red table beside one of our large living room windows, looking out at James Street. There's our porch, the wide sidewalk, the busy street. There is the sycamore tree, ancient …
Lucy and I drove out of the city, east on New Holland Ave and through the traffic lights to the outskirts, where we merged onto the highway. A few exits later, we got off, kept heading east, and soon …
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The washed out ruts in the lane were so deep we could barely drive through, even in our beastly Suburban. The truck swayed and groaned, but we made it to the first turn, parked, and got out. But even …
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I sat on the porch in the afternoon and the air was heavy and the sun glared off the barber shop glass. Only a few people walked by, and those who did were weighed down by August. It's a sullen month, …
