Month: March 2016

I came across my Moleskine journal from last summer, and this took me back to that day—my first day back in Edinburgh, Scotland. I’d slept part of the night and awoken on New York time. So I went for a walk very early in the morning, and I wrote: Friday, August 11. 2015 At eight in the Read More

Remembering Pat Conroy (excerpt from The Prince of Tides): Read More