Stephen Eginoire is a small man with abundant hair and a rock climber’s sense of fashion. He seems uncomfortable around the microphone, as if it might turn and devour him. It is Thursday evening at the Museum of Northern Arizona and Stephen is at the podium, leading us down into a world beneath the world, a photographic journey into the caves and aquifers...
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The following piece first appeared in this publication in February of 2020. It seems even more relevant now than it did then, which is why I’ve chosen to offer it again. It turns out Henry VIII was not a very nice guy. Living in the dark ages of human history that preceded tweeting, his version of the short and nasty was to chop off your head. Or...
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There must be a Norwegian proverb predicting luck or misfortune for anyone caught in a flooding event in New York City and thereby missing their plane to Oslo. My father drove and swore as the station wagon kicked up plumes of rainwater along the highway-turned-river. If it was misfortune that the plane had departed when we finally arrived at Kennedy...
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I went to school from first grade through ninth in a tall building beside a river. Tugboats went up and down the river and one unforgettable afternoon my best friend Sue Sanders screamed and pointed and we ran to where she stood by the window. There before us, so large it seemed like it might get stuck between the banks of the river, was a submarine. It...
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A note from the writer: This piece first ran in these pages in October 2020. My desire to run it again follows a conversation with my friend, Lynne, who wondered why we were seeing so little in print about the ordinary and contributing lives of the people we are presently deporting. Citizenship and legal status can be a very long road, and those who are on...
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