Creative writing

Creative writing
Paris skyline at sunset

Paris inspired prominent authors like Gertrude Stein, T.S. Elliot, and the Fitzgeralds, while more recent authors like David Sedaris and Adam Gopnik have continued this tradition. This city lends itself as a backdrop and...

It couldn’t last. Of course it couldn’t, and I should have known better and spared myself the trip back to see it and the disappointment— more than that, sadness really, and lots of deep...

Yes, I know, of course I do. This street isn’t old, not by the standards of Paris, but it’s been around for a hundred fifty years, since they tore down the slaughterhouses that had...

I saw him over her shoulder and must have looked startled because she looked at me, stopped eating and asked what’s the matter. She didn’t even turn around when I told her what had...

The Paris Chairs In every stage of my life I’ve had a special chair to fill a special need: one that helped nurse me back to health when a sickly child; one that was a...

I ran into Joseph Lestrange about a week ago and he was smiling, dizzy-happy, you could say.  That’s something I haven’t seen in Joe’s face for quite a while—but I think you might say...

“Date laid,” I say out loud and grin. I have a carton of eggs in my hand with the date the eggs were laid printed on it. This is wonderful, the straight-line of the...

I have no idea why I’m here, but I am pretty sure I shouldn’t be. I guess I should correct that. I’m here because I walked in the front door of my own free...

Trois heures, c’est toujours trop tard ou trop tôt pour tout ce qu’on veut faire. Un drôle de moment dans l’après-midi. This time, anyway, Sartre got it right—and perhaps that explains why this is...

If I could remember exactly when it happened, I would tell you. The second encounter is clear enough—about this time, last year and on a smallish street that opens out into a square, which...

Paris is not meant for the rain. Low gray skies suit Amsterdam and can even feel cozy there — God’s in his wet heaven and all’s damp with the world, or at least the...

What do you do on Valentine’s day when you have a broken heart? For me, that’s not the real question because it’s not theoretical and, forgive me, it’s not about you that I’m thinking...