Poems Give You The Lives Of Others

It’s Daunting To Find The Language So Foreign, So Distant, But Also So Thrilling. One Is Absolved Of Responsibility When The Language Is Incomprehensible.

Living In A Small Italian Hilltown, And Having Lived In A Small Town In South Georgia, I Understand That You Can Recognize A Family Gene Pool By The Lift Of An Eyebrow, Or The Length Of A Neck, Or A Way Of Walking.

One Of Those Flash Epiphanies Of Travel, The Realization That Worlds You'd Love Vibrantly Exist Outside Your Ignorance Of Them. The Vitality Of Many Lives You Know Nothing About. I Could Live In This Town, So How Is It That I've Never Been Here Before Today?

Going To Europe As A Budding Cook Opened My Eyes To Food In A Different Way. When I Got To Italy, The First Thing I Did Was Put My Little Basil Plants In The Ground And Watch Them Turn Into Big, Healthy Bushes.

The Dream Lover-what A Bold, Insightful, And Enticing Novel. And How Vigorously Elizabeth Berg Brings Us The Iconoclastic Life Of George Sand. Berg Writes With Such Intimacy And Compassion That I Think She Must Have Some Shared Ancestral Dna With Sand. I Savored Every Page.