NATIVE PLACES: Topography of the Heart

NATIVE PLACES: Topography of the Heart

Topography of the Heart As a child in Greensboro, North Carolina, I loved the secret places beyond the lawns where birds nested, where they chirruped and scratched in the leaves and sat on their speckled eggs. I discovered these mossy nooks because my mother...
Native Places: Feels Like 44°

Native Places: Feels Like 44°

“Feels like 44,” the radio announced as I drove into a parking garage in Aix-en-Provence recently. That’s 111° Fahrenheit.  On the pavement outside the garage, a woman of about 50 sat crumpled against a wall. Her black garments looked hot. “My husband is dead,”...