The hallways of the school had that bouquet of old varnished wood and the lingering scent of school lunches. If I closed my eyes, I could picture my own elementary school, closed now ten years ago. The ceilings were tall, unlike at my old school, where it felt like I had somehow tripled in size. … Continue reading Remember

Music Box

Long ago, I was enthralled with soundscapes on tape. They were stories I loved, read by actors, and they painted a lush picture in my mind every time I listened. While writing Zōsan and Tamaishi, I always knew I would write music to go along with them. For a few weeks, Eliot requested to listen … Continue reading Music Box