The hardiest sailors have sea legs for storms. They walk, not exactly easily along the deck, but like spiders with … More
The sisters were unwrapped and unwound at the door. A brisk and hearty maid helped them out of their coats, scarves, and … More
How cold the night was. The sisters bundled in furs, their cheeks rough red, as if slapped. They walked to … More
As a young woman, fit and sturdy with apple red cheeks, the baroness had become quite famous after a fashion … More
In Vienna, they sat in coffee shops filled with glass windows and wooden tables with marble tabletops, set with silver … More
As sisters, only one was beautiful even though they both looked the same. Same eyes, same color of hair, same … More
The first time he set foot on the new continent, he felt unmoored. Granted, he’d spent the last four months … More
A sailor can spot a lander in an instant. Their gait. Their belt. Their pants. All of them giveaways. A … More
They were dutiful boys and men, who stood in line for a paycheck, looked eagerly for letters from home, longed for packages of socks and cigarettes, and wore their wills pinned to their jackets.
As I add another piece (the name of the ship they sailed on to America, a draft card, an alternative spelling of their name), I move on to the next search with a little voice prodding me along, asking, What makes up a life?
We are all in search of love – in search of that person who loves us for our beauty, our warts, or our narrow-minded impatience and judgment of others (I’m looking at you, Elizabeth Bennett). We are all in search of adventure – to match wits with clever antagonists, to search for treasure and return with a boon, be it gold, experience, or knowledge.
At the very heart of it, The Night Is Filled with Wonder is an adventure novel. And like every adventure, the main character returns with a boon: knowledge. When faced with danger, something bigger and more unimaginable, she does this: she presses on. No matter what. She just keeps going.
I felt swallowed up in Istanbul. Stunned at times by the beauty. Overwhelmed by the crush of people. Struck dumb by the thousands of years of history. A country mouse at the hub of the start of the civilized world.
When I told my rather over-protective mother that we were going to Turkey I could count on her lack of … More
In the West, everyone is from somewhere else — heading to somewhere else. We are, at the very least, a country on the move. On our way from what was to what is — without looking back.