THE ARCHIVE
ALICE’S TRIP
Alice slapped her hand across her lips and held it tight to her mouth, the cup of her finger digging deep into the flesh of her cheek. All life in the restaurant collectively died, the moment those two words left her…
NORAH’S BARQUE
Our farm was on an island where my husband and I had chosen to live. Our children had been born here, and had grown into adults here. When I tell my story to the new ones as they come along, as I so often do, the first question always is…
THULE
I recently received an email from a Norwegian scientist, a longtime, if distant, colleague and mentor. The letter disclosed that he was near the end of his life, and it was with great urgency…
