I love old photos. I love looking at all my loved ones as they were: younger, a bit unsure, hopeful... All the things I am. I look at them and I see a form of certainty. Here there were thousands of ways their lives could have played out. But it came to be that I … Continue reading The Center of the Universe
Eliza was my favorite patient. She was the elderly matriarch of a big family who all seemed to fit into her tiny hospital room. There she'd lay with her long silvery black hair and her head on two pillows, watching the television but not really looking at it. She had a chummy young grandson who … Continue reading The Intern
I walked down the rainy central district of this small city, and had just stopped at this street corner, when I came across a young mother and her two small kids. The family huddled by the window of a fast-food restaurant, under the guise of a roof about 3 storeys high. They weren’t apart from … Continue reading Ice
The Typewritten Tales 