by Sharon Heath | Jun 18, 2011 | Blog
So it was like this: the camera caught us both unawares. I look wary, you harassed. We were on a trip to San Francisco – I remember that much. How old would I have been? Six, seven? Something like that. You, mid-thirty-something, just as handsome as I recall,...
by Sharon Heath | Jun 8, 2011 | Blog
I didn’t know why I felt a special affinity for the gardener who tended the house at the end of my block, and I didn’t know why he showed a particular warmth toward me. But once a week, we engaged in our own ritual shorthand for “How’s it going? I’m so happy to see...