May 28, 2017 An old photograph: I’m sitting on my mother’s lap. My eyes are brimming with tears. A moment earlier I’d fallen off my bike while racing down a hill in the neighbourhood. I’d scratched up my face. I was five or six years old. For the next thirty years I didn’t cry even … Continue reading Tears →

April 12, 2017. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Her face suddenly became creased and crumpled, with deep furrows etched across it. She became very pale. The waitress brought our food. I don’t remember what we ordered. But I remember very clearly what I had just said a few minutes earlier: “We can’t leave … Continue reading A husband tells his wife he is in love with a man →