Years ago in New York City I had taught at a community college and there was a man who taught there as well, he was much older than I was, and he retired soon after I got there. He was a nice man, with thick eyebrows, and he was quiet, though he seemed to like […]

Riding over the bridge – in the back of my own taxi that evening – I suddenly remembered times early in our marriage in our Village apartment when I had felt terrible. It was about my parents, and the feeling that I had left them behind – as I had – and I would sometimes […]

Amysta tuntui kuin kattoa olisi kohotettu, kuin taivas olisi ollut korkeammalla kuin ennen, ja joskus – ellei auto ajanut ohi – hän nosti kättään ja heilautti sitä ilmassa. Hän oli iloinen Robertsonin siristelevistä, leikkisistä silmistä, ja hänen mielessään myllersivät asiat, jotka hän olisi halunnut sanoa Robertsonille mutta jotka hän oli unohtanut. Mutta välistä hän oli […]

It came to her then with a horrible whoosh of the crescendo of truth: She had failed on a colossal level. She must have been failing for years and not realized it. She did not have a family as other people did. Other people had their children come and stay and they talked and laughed […]

“When I was young,” Mrs. Kitteridge said, holding her sunglasses in her hand, “—little, you know—I’d hide in the wood box when my father came home. And he’d sit down on the wood box and say, ‘Where’s Olive? Where can Olive be?’ This would go on, till I’d knock on the side, and he’d act […]

The car engine made a few clicking sounds as they sat in silence. “You asked about my mother,” Pete said after a few moments. “Nobody has ever asked about my mother. But the truth is, I don’t know if my mother loved us or not. I don’t know about her in some big way.” He […]