30 Jan 25 Went to the Rat for lunch today and yeah, I got the Schweinerückensteak, a kleine portion that was still too big. Convinced mom to forgo the Kaiserschmarrn in favor of a walk. Almost broke down for some… Read More ›
Travelogues
Dreams are like water, colorless and dangerous
28 Jan 25 In the dream I was a kid again with my schoolmates going somewhere far away on a school trip. We were filing into a large crowded seating area and everyone was quickly deciding who they wanted to… Read More ›
Last Sunday in France
27 Jan 25 It was a strange night at the paella party. Laurent and Nanou invited two couples; the women were friends of Nanou’s since high school, one couple Algerian and the other couple about to be married, everyone in… Read More ›
Les Bres in Metz
25 Jan 25 In the morning Laurent is sitting at the kitchen table with a little knife shaving the pith off an orange. The night before he boiled the milk with the cinnamon sticks as the base for the crème… Read More ›
The French
25 Jan 25 Yesterday we drove to France to spend the weekend with our friends Laurent and Nanou, their kids Romane, Valentine and Mathis, a new baby boy named Hector. Driving across Europe I felt expansive. In two or three… Read More ›
The big eraser
23 Jan 25 After days of it the fog finally broke and everything looked crystalline or coated in confectioners’ sugar, flocked. Before bed I read Anne Lamott’s memoir, the scene of her with her dad that day at the beach… Read More ›
Belongings and belonging
22 Jan 25 In the morning the frost looked like snow on the rooftops and roads and made for art photography that never came out right. I liked the town better when it was empty and closed down and imagined… Read More ›
Figures in the fog
21 Jan 25 All the rooms in mom’s house were irregular, the lines along the ceilings sloped or sagging. The toilet in her bathroom angled downwards. The problem I had with the old photos and going through them was they… Read More ›
Farmlands and homelands
20 Jan 25 It is another night with the heat pad. The ancient looking heater by my bed worked for a few days but then I made the mistake of fiddling with the knobs (there’s no clear on/off logic) and… Read More ›
First Sunday in Germany
19 Jan 25 I went to Uwe and Miriam’s house on Schwalbenhälde and told them about our time at the hardware store trying to replace mom’s Küchenwasserhahn. No matter how well you communicate your problem, people working in hardware stores… Read More ›
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