Becoming a senior
Everyone is younger and thinner than I am, I turned 65 this summer.
I couldn’t even say the sentence out loud, couldn’t say the word Medicare in a public space.
From a purely linguistic perspective, Medicare had become the [...]
I’ve collected love stories all my life.
My Roumanian grandmother, my occasional childhood roommate, a natural narrator, was the first to tell me hers. She loved only once, the wrong handsome man. They married, had four children, lived in [...]