“Don’t Worry, Be Happy”

Happy!   It was the best of times, all of us singularly alive and loved, feasting in a land of immense forests, sunlit meadows, sparkling coves, sandy beaches and clean waterfalls. We were the great immortals! “I will die just once!” Victoria said to me, just once. “I...

Truth in a Memoir

How to let go of one’s mother? How to let her die after the magnitude of years during which she was the boulder that our roots have clamped themselves over and around, absurdly daring follicles unwittingly holding her at the center of our being? Then converging beyond...

The Impact of a Word Choice

How would it be for you if I insisted on calling you by the wrong name, and also used that name to insist on telling the world that you are what you are not? The word is “Mormon.” The entire world, including “Mormons” themselves, refer to the members of the Church of...

Man Nini

Man Nini From “Crossroads and Unholy Water” Man Nini was queen of the coal kitchen, standing within six square feet of soot, in front of four pits glowing with embers, churning the bubbling bean sauce, beaming the yellow kernels of her smile at the...

Dame Marie

… One hears that men from Jeremie have pretensions to a kind of inspired singularity; they often succeed at it. It is one of those who, in the evening, at an Auberge Inn table, told me what he knew of Gustave’s death, and this man, himself looking like a great grasshopper of a man wearing full clothes, and seen to fold his long, dry limbs over a din-maker of a motorcycle which he hangs onto like some insects do onto their wings;

From Haiti, with Love

From Haiti, with Love Anthology: So Spoke the Earth It took a good part of the morning on the road to reach the mountaintop where, surprisingly, stands a small Vodou temple whose front facade displays a large, vivid mural. From the cement floor beneath a portrait of...
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