To my mind, one does not put oneself in place of the past, one only adds a new link. – Paul CézanneWhen I was five, I recall an ominous painting framed in gold, covering a quarter of the living room. It was of a massive ship sailing on a stormy ocean. Malachite, aquamarine,...
sab·bat·i·cal, noun: a break or change from a regular routineSpines of colorfully printed tops sit nestled in my bureau like book spines cataloged in file folders. I look at them longingly every time I pull out a drawer. Typically, a selection would be made determining the bottom to coordinate, leading me into the...
