A Family Story

[excerpt] That summer, I fell into the habit of spending every Thursday afternoon in the church. Not because I’m religious, but because that particular church was a quietly magnificent place, and quiet was what I needed. Also, I’m a sucker for old-time mystique. The church wasn’t small, but it was made entirely of wood and... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Want to Be That Woman

It was one of those historic buildings where some of Balzac’s better-to-do characters might have lived. In the high-ceilinged apartment a twenty-something crowd milling about its wood-paneled, Persian carpet-clad salon looked somewhat out of place. Fabienne, Laetitia’s new girlfriend, introduced them to several people, mostly loud government types; a couple of artsy characters who gave... Continue Reading →

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