You’re from somewhere, aren’t you?

At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against...

The [commercial] strip is marketed with the come-on of comfort (the Comfort Inn) and with the promise of a home on the road, a home where nobody knows your name and they’re glad to see...

The operation would be in a week…I didn’t know if I would survive. How I longed to go back to reading! There was nowhere I longed to be more than the university campus. I was...

I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.

I told the students that they were at the age when they might begin to choose places that would sustain them the rest of their lives, that places were more reliable than human beings, and...