Essays

The inner critic showed up with an editor’s visor and a clipboard. Everyone is writing about Odysseus, she said. Half right is not a note.

In 2005 I visited South Africa, and as part of the trip we took a jeep up the Sani Pass into Lesotho, the highest plain in sub-Saharan Africa. There I met a woman who lived in an isolated rondavel with her

I have never once been late because I am disorganized. At least not according to me. There is always a reason. Traffic. Construction. A phone call. An emergency. Something unexpected. If I’m late, I can immediately produce a detailed explanation involving