Marcel Proust. I’ve been fascinated by his work for years, but only recently have I started to think about why he holds such a strong grip on my imagination. It’s not just the sheer scope of his writing – seven volumes of “In Search of Lost Time” is daunting enough – it’s the way he …
I was making toast in the kitchen when I noticed something. Pandora’s mug is on the counter, but it’s not empty like I thought she’d already washed it after breakfast. I could’ve sworn she left for her shift at the hospital hours ago… unless John Mercer borrowed it without asking? Again. He always says he …
