by Eileen | Dec 9, 2021 | Uncategorized
And on Day 111, she could smell. No, really smell. Smell that the honey-scented soap that she bought in the hopes of making her nose happy, which heretofore had smelled like lemon and had a certain copperyness to it, which then suddenly smelled like honey. And her...
by Eileen | Jan 29, 2014 | memoir
The time has come to come clean. For the last several years, on scraps of paper, and little journals, and USB keys that have traveled hither and yon, where yon is Suriname and Costa Rica (twice), and Nicaragua, Seattle, San Francisco, and Argentina (several times) and...
