How Reading with My Dying Mother Revealed Her Life

I was eight, and through my bedroom wall I could hear my mother, Heidi, talking to herself as she prepared to go to sleep. Every night, in the living room, she positioned old magazines beneath the legs of a red convertible sofa, so as not to crease the rug it rested on. Then, with audible […]

Book Box | How to be alone

I wake up alone to leaden skies. The semester is over, the road trip is done, and here I am in Manali, feeling suddenly solitary in our family house. It’s been raining all night, and the garden is full of weeds and muddy and squelchy. Maybe taking a walk might cheer things up. I put […]