Category Archives: best friends

My friend Mike composed a stunning piece and gave it to me. (Incidentally, he’s in love with me.) It’s elegant and haunting, and sometimes it sounds like tentative hope.

Susan: Hey pot. This is kettle. You’re black. Pot and Kettle. What a pair we are! Nahida: I want to be a pan. Susan: . . . As long as you’re a black pan. Nahida: No, no, a teapot. Why … Continue reading →