Little Epiphanies

In 1986, I took refuge in a stone monastery at the top of the mountain where the monks wore golden robes and goats roamed the corridors. It was a time without words. The monks believed that a message would be brought to them on the wind so they kept their voices down for fear they’d…

A the door of a tumble-down bar in Buenos Aires, a man watches a woman step out of her car to buy flowers at midnight […]

When I began ballet, I started with standard issue black slippers. Out of affection and frugality, I wore them till they were in tatters. My big toes eventually worked their way through the cloth. Doing routines at the barre one day I was suddenly ashamed of those toes gawking at me. Moreover, I felt pity…

The car coasted down the center of Avenida de Mayo at a stately parade-like crawl. People in flip-flops and shorts and light dresses strolled. Insects hummed in the trees and vied with the air conditioning units for the right to be the soundtrack of summer. People in sidewalk cafés fluttered themselves with fans. Under a…

February is my favorite month, bar none. The holidays and their urgencies have passed. Many people have left the city on vacation and those who have returned still exude that holiday vibe together with new tans. Clothing is scant; the MVO (Minimum Viable Outfit) is the sweet spot. Nights are sweaty but come as a…

On a whim, I took the subway to the very last station. Heading for the outskirts of the city is like rumbling across the troubled expanse of  20th Century Argentina. You descend through preening stations of ornate tile proud to be gateways to the first underground system in South America but you exit from stations…