You are a popular, wealthy writer, but that brings you little comfort today. You are in NewHampshire for the funeral of your wife’s father. It is not the ending you’d have written. And there is something else: At precisely the appointed time, your cell phone rings. You have been dreading the call. You answer. “Nicholas [...]
Archive for September, 2009
What You Don’t Know Will Hurt You When I lived in Mexico, working in orphanages in very poor and dirty places like Reynosa, there was a situation wherein a very young mother of fifteen walked to the front door with her infant son. He was only three days old. The baby died in my arms. [...]




