Recently after a scrumptious meal, our server placed on our table two fortune cookies along with the bill. I gave my sister the first choice. The familiar little piece of paper revealed nothing exciting or profound. I hurried to break my cookie hoping to find...
Το Τέλος της πρώτης μας διαδρομής με ταξί Τα τεράστια πλατάνια και το μικρό παρκάκι με το σιντριβάνι χάνονταν σιγά-σιγά στον καθρέφτη, μαζί με τις αναμνήσεις που είχαν ξυπνήσει. Έστρεψα το κεφάλι μου δεξιά για να ρίξω μια ματιά στο σπίτι της Νούλας. Δεκαετίες...
Retracing our first taxi rides with our grandson. A year and a half after retracing our first taxi ride, Charles and I found ourselves back in Greece. This time with our 18-year-old grandson Trey. The trip was a high school graduation gift we had talked about for...
This is the end of our first taxi ride. The giant plane trees and the fountain mini-park receded in the rearview mirror along with the memory they had awakened. I glanced to my right to glimpse Noula’s house. Decades of growth created a screen of glossy, green-leafed...
As we continued to retrace our first taxi ride, Makrohori’s Main Street receded in the rear-view mirror. The memory of Theo Pavlos and the 10-year-old me on the bus seeing a taxi with a partially exposed coffin remained with me as we made our way to Veria. The city is...
As the Carnavali (Mardi Gras) festivities wind down on Kathara Deftera, (Clean Monday), Greeks and their households are immersed in the Lenten period. Attending church services and fasting are a constant for forty days leading into the much anticipated celebration of...
