Writing was just something I thought happened to people naturally, that whatever wasn’t written was eventually forgotten. And I wanted to remember everything.
This “heritage site” has been home to my family since the 1940s.
In the sky you could watch history happen as though on the world’s most massive TV, and history’s wreckage could rain down on you at the park with your friends.
When a city’s populace is wiped out of its longtime residents, so goes the collective memory of San Francisco.
“As Turkey becomes an increasingly difficult place to live, many friends and peers have become perplexed by my determination to stay here.”
“The morning after the attack, I almost broke down when a colleague asked if I was okay.”
“Fashion’s bright lights beckoned me toward New York.”