On healing, heredity, and Zoe Leonard’s ‘Strange Fruit.’

I’ve never before wanted to write about flowers, except that I am noticing them now, and the way they make me feel time, make me see time.

I’ve never before wanted to write about flowers, except that I am noticing them now, and the way they make me feel time, make me see time.

“You have a Roman nose,” more than one perfect stranger has said to me, more or less without preamble.

“Every body tells a story,” forensic pathologists like to say. “It tells the story you can’t tell yourself.”