From the Mountains above the Applegate River

    Sometimes it’s hard to know where a story begins. The story of my new house might begin when I bought the land it sits on, far up a ste...

            On the living-room wall of my new house hang two art pieces reminiscent of the nineteen-sixties, when I was...

    In 1959, the summer I turned fifteen, my family made a two-month-long trip to Alaska, seven of us in one station wagon, from Loken (o...

    Last September while I was in Sweden, my friend Lasse and I took the Stena Line ferry from Gothenburg, Sweden, to Frederikshavn, Denmar...

            Last week, I took a deep breath, crossed my fingers, and ate a piece of chocolate. For the first time in decades my ton...