Ronald Lewis’ House of Dance and Feathers: A Visitors’ Guide
Everything I need to know about life, I learned in a sweltering backyard shed in New Orleans’ Lower Ninth Ward last Thursday afternoon.
Thinking of New Orleans
Sending a few thoughts and wishes out to the storm-ravaged Gulf Coast today. Or better yet, a donation.
Back in the (Former) USSR
I never thought I’d see Moscow again, although I dreamed of it for fourteen years. I boarded a teeming Aeroflot flight in late summer 2005, as Katrina’s receding waters revealed, inch by inch, the erasure of New Orleans as I once knew it. Mourning for that blighted, intoxicating city, I rushed towards another place I…
