For My Sister: A Name I Love and A Face I Miss
It took me almost a year to be able to even write about it. I still don’t have the right words. June 18th was the day the summer carved and cut…
I Almost Died, But I’m Still Alive, So All’s Well That Nearly Ends at the Spitali Amerikan
I know I don’t have to say it, since the date stamp from my last post, January 8th, to now, May 25th, is clear, but I didn’t write at all…
Caught Up in the Slick, Dark Stuff of Grief
“As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me….
Living in Tirana: A Collection of Random Street Pictures
I had a spare moment to sit down and organise pictures, and thought I would share a random photo journal of life here in Tirana day to day. Originally published…
Winter in Tirana: I’ll Dry My Clothes in the Spring
Winter in Tirana means this: it took four days for my clothes to kind-of-but-not-really dry. Each day I would inspect them, grasping and pinching and smoothing the fabric between my…
Let’s Meet Up in Albania and Do Too Much to Write About
I had extraordinary amounts of fun last week. It doesn’t seem right to be that happy. Maybe someday I’ll blog* about it. Narrator’s Note September 2020: Dear reader, no, I…
