We bring out the old albums, and, remembering, they talk. The long gone near again, curiosity alive. I could almost imagine (listening to them remember) that the stories themselves had not yet unfolded, had not revealed their denouement. When I wrote
Still Love in Strange Places years ago, I was writing about my Salvadoran husband's family stories, about the capacity for reimagining, and about the pliable nature of marriage. I was writing to get it right. But listening again to his famil...
Published on July 26, 2010 06:31