Spend half an hour wandering through the stacks of a decent sized library and you’ll quickly be overwhelmed by the…
Browsing: Essays
The photographs appear periodically on my Facebook wall. Friends and acquaintances post them and reminisce about simpler, and if not better,…
The month I started writing this piece I got into my first bike accident. The only really notable thing about…
On a cool night in May 2015, our fifteen-year-old son, Finn, went missing for three hours. For most parents of…
for George Elliott Clarke I don’t like to be thought of as a “black writer,” largely because I refuse to…
A talk given on the occasion of the unveiling of a plaque by the Writers’ Chapel Trust at St. James…
In chapter three of Barbara Kingsolver’s 1988 novel The Bean Trees, Taylor Greer and Turtle, the toddler who was deposited…
I If the inhabitants of a certain Victorian townhouse in Lampeter, west Wales, ever strip the wallpaper in one of…
I was eighteen when I read L’Étranger for the first time. I read it in French in a freshman class…
I grew up in a suburb of Toronto, during the 1980s, which is to say, Before Internet. What it meant…