

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall


Said the writer: Implicit in the Four Noble Truths is the lack of a self or a soul. There is only this process. … The wheel of the Dharma is like a benevolent monarch’s chariot that can go anywhere …
Jacob rather frowns on swimming, but Bleu and Ohio Boy love it while Swami just grins “Om” before a letter from South Carolina says they’ve named their farm Bee Riddle Farm, which I find wonderfully poetic yet if the buzzers proliferate, shouldn’t it be Bee-Riddled Farm? ending with Love and God’s Peace, no doubt, but who ate all that sweet corn?
The flexed arm of 15 Massachusetts towns sticking out into the Atlantic is a unique part of New England. You sense something’s different as soon as you cross over the Bourne or Sagamore bridges high above the Cape Cod Canal.
Here are some considerations.
In creating What’s Left, I’ve been on fragile ground with both Greek-American life and the behind-the-scenes realities of the family restaurant business.
Those are both places your insights would be gratefully received, especially when I hit a wrong note.
Well, we can extend that to the entire work as it treks across a lot of unfamiliar ground.
What have I caught right? And where I’m I off-track?
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Your turn.
In my novel What’s Left, Cassia’s great-grandfather and his brother marry two sisters. One is named Athina.
How do people in your circles discover each other as couples?
she grew fat with lies that vined around the very door
I’d slipped through