The Donkey Bridge

The Donkey Bridge Otherwise titled: Something That Isn’t Depressing I realize my last few blogs have been a touch on the melancholic side, and I suppose that’s because nothing is funny when you know you have to leave Thassos. Even thinking about the possibility of leaving makes a person stare deep into the distant nothing … Continue reading The Donkey Bridge

Thirty on Thasos

I feel I owe everyone who was forced to listen to me chant, “Thirty on Thasos, Thirty on Thasos!” for ten months the story of how the big day went. It was my landmark birthday. The crossing over into the next decade. The fulfillment of my cleverly coined phrase! But underneath the alliteration there is important question to be … Continue reading Thirty on Thasos

Effects of Thasos

On Tuesday, my writing workshop left Thasos. They boarded the bus to Limenas, where they would catch the ferry to Keramoti, and then continue north to Thessaloniki. They left amid hugs and tears, smiles and sadness. And I couldn’t stop thinking: wasn’t it only yesterday I wrote about their arrival? Have four weeks really gone … Continue reading Effects of Thasos

The Greek Table

I met Vasilis during my pre-workshop days at Archodissa. He is one of Tassos of Thassos’ best friends. They grew up in Theologos together, and he was the person who “bapticide” Tassos’ son, which means he was made the godfather. Vasilis’ voice is deep and rasps, almost as if he needs to clear his throat … Continue reading The Greek Table

My German Parea

Today my writing workshop will arrive to Thassos: seventeen participants and ten teachers/advisors. We will fill Archodissa with bustling activity, old friends reuniting and new friends meeting for the first time. The quiet mornings I have right now, where I sit alone on the patio typing while Dimitri sets up tables and Kyria Eva prepares … Continue reading My German Parea

It’s Greek To Me

[Note: This essay first appeared published on The International Writer’s Blog at Brown University, which you can find here]

It’s Greek To Me

The day before I flew to Greece for a month-long writing residency program, I called my Greek friend to ask for advice.

“It’s summer, the weather is beautiful, you’ll be on the beach. What’s there to know?” he asked. Continue reading “It’s Greek To Me”