by Nin Andrews | May 25, 2020
Learning to Fly 1. My mother was a beautiful bird who fluttered around people in a state of constant agitation. Terrified of being trapped, she was always opening windows, even in the middle of January, and rushing out of doors “to catch a breath of...
by Nin Andrews | Oct 2, 2014
When I visited my childhood home last week, I could see you in the windows of our stone farmhouse with your pink glasses and tiny eyes . . . No, you weren’t ever that small, but that’s how I see you now, as small as Thumbelina, and our house too, and the...
