Schöne Grüße an Mama. To the man who always made sure we were well-fed, well-traveled, and looked after even as he lay dying. If you need...

The rest of Sunday was lovely; we went to the Selfoss community center, which was swarming with kids and pale-skinned Icelanders...

The robo-vaccum is sweeping; Ivar's chatting in Icelandic in the laundry room, folding clothes. Lucy's laying on the ground next to my...

It's nearing midnight and I'm sitting in the quiet kitchen, jazz on my laptop, water cascading off the roof; I can see boughs of trees...

On Saturday morning, I recycled empty plastic bottles at Havelpark that I’d been collecting for weeks. They vibrated in Oma’s basket on...

I have that kind of soul and body and mind restlessness where I keep erasing this first sentence because I want to start with a bang, to...

I'm at the bus stop Waiting for five after nine For gym and best friend (Sara's getting me to think in haikus.) On Wednesday I visited...

le week-end passé And here again, so many days have passed. I’m standing outside on the train platform in the heavenly sun, wearing just...

I feel like it's been so long since I've blogged that I don't even know what to say, how to write, how to think. But it's only been a...