I knew before I boarded the plane for Greece this year that I wanted to get a tattoo, but it wasn’t until a week into my trip that I knew what I wanted to get: a quote from Seferis, the Greek poet who was exiled from his home for 28 years. His quote is this: … Continue reading Getting a Greek Tattoo
Today I sat down at the piano in my parents’ house for the first time in months. Or a year. I’m not sure the last time I played. I was home alone except for the dogs, which is probably why I stopped what I was doing to give it a try. I’d wanted write, but Art … Continue reading What Playing Piano Taught Me About Writing
I’m interrupting posts about Greece (there are more to come, if you can believe it) to share a story about my artist friend, Amanda. She is an inspiration, and I had no idea how remarkable her story was until I sat down to interview her. I’ve included some of her work (all pictures are hers) and a … Continue reading Letters Without Words
They Call Me Fushilou 