by Andi | Jul 4, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
Let me tell you a story about this place. It’s an old place, of course. All places are old places. But this place, unlike the places that are old but recreate their faces over and over again to seem young – New York City, Dubai, my grandmother’s... by Andi | Jul 4, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
Let me tell you a story about this place. It’s an old place, of course. All places are old places. But this place, unlike the places that are old but recreate their faces over and over again to seem young – New York City, Dubai, my grandmother’s... by Andi | Jun 28, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
He looks like one of those old men whose lives have become etched in the fissures of his face, a landscape like the desert from 10,000 feet, canyons and craters of grief and smiles. He looks like one of those old men whose skin lives the serenity of a lake on the most... by Andi | Jun 26, 2011 | Andi's Book, Uncategorized, Written and Wrought
10 people. 8 cities. More miles than I can count. At least 15 Wifi hot spots, including the one in the Dunkin Donuts where I now sit. This has been my past five days. I have seen an amazing band play. I have had cheese omelettes with some of my favorite people on the... by Andi | Jun 22, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
I see a woman in a rocker. Her head is angled as toward the child at her breast. She gazes at him sleepily. It’s the middle of the night, and she has already been awake four times. But still, there is tenderness in this moment, a certain softness in her breath...