How Is Anyone Alive?
“How many tablespoons of oil do you think was just consumed?” Emily asked me. “Five.” “Not including what’s left in the bowl.” “Uhhh, five. At
“How many tablespoons of oil do you think was just consumed?” Emily asked me. “Five.” “Not including what’s left in the bowl.” “Uhhh, five. At
Recently you may have noticed that the blog has suddenly shifted from having more photos of Emily to more photos of me. This is not
I’ve never liked the term wicked other than in reference to witches. On Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, the word comes out a
“It’s family camp in Patmos!” Emily exclaimed. She was absolutely right. In Kampos Beach, everyone at George’s Place cafe and on the beach knew each
“Hellas!” they yelled as the car pulled over. Nicholas, our studio-hotel owner, his wife and daughter were in the car too. “We go around, you
I thought her head would explode or that she would reach through the screen to strangle someone. Emily sat fuming, increasingly irritated at the computer
The moon appeared for the first time Saturday night. Emily says she caught a glimpse of it around the time we arrived, but I didn't.
Every culture perfects something. Greeks, in my opinion, have perfected Sundays. One might think it’s not possible, but Greek Sundays are even more relaxed than
At 6 pm, Emily said, “I think this one won’t get the turnout of the concerts last week.” The concert amphitheater at The Cave of
The man’s hand grabbed Emily’s wrist from behind just as she was mid-bite into her gyro. She jumped in alarm. He let go and started