The Balcony: a story about place

It took them two years to find a home.  Exactly as they had wanted.  “Location, location, location,” she remembered her friend in real estate saying.  The house was two blocks away from a park, two blocks away from the bus, less than a ten minute walk to the train station, the waterfront along the Hudson…

A festival of light

As a child, I waited for Diwali all year. Mom would be dressed in yellow.  I always thought she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.  I still do.  Small-boned, wrapped so elegantly in the several yards of cloth that most Indian women wear, called a sari.  She’s dressed in yellow this year…

Snowflakes

It began snowing today.   You look at the window, and there they were, dancing outside, flurry-ing and twinkling.  Little ballerinas, these snowflakes in their white tutus with just a touch of holiday glitter.  Your first visit from them this year.  You can hear their laughter, the excited twitter.    You take the dog for a walk…