Month: December 2011

Epiphanies and errant drifts of light, on the road to somewhere else. On the way to Kensington Market for a Solstice Parade, we stop into a small gallery on College Street. I heard about it on the radio: a menorah lighting for the first day of Chanukah. The room is warm, and smells of…

My mom used to have this saying (it sounds better in Ukrainian), Everywhere is good, but home is best. I always squirmed uncomfortably when she said it. Everywhere was my home. As a young girl I strode confidently and alone through strange city streets lined with hookers and sketchy bars, or hiked for hours…