I made the mistake of failing to arrive exactly at eleven o'clock, when the Tallinn City Archive (Tallinna Linna Arhiiv) opens it's doors, as it took far longer to…
Tatari, I have traveled this street before in Vermont - on Google Maps. So, while following a slight curve on Tatari, I know Silvia's house will appear at any moment.…
With only a couple of weeks remaining until I travel to Estonia, I am temporarily suspending work on Silvia's stories to devote my time to re-reading Silvia's writing and developing…
A mystery, I divided the unidentified mound of roots and leaves, watching it grow, expectantly waiting for blooms. Never did I anticipate the delightful round globes, like petaled sunshine, that…
Windflowers, unfurl their petals in the morning light, lifting their face to bask in the sun. When the day fades to dusk, their petals close, once again, in patient wait…
With the recent arrival of spring, the plants from Silvia's gardens reach up through the soil in a welcome burst of green. The delicate petals of her spring ephemerals bob merrily…
A tri-fold conceals the words while revealing the force of a typewriter: bold abstracted letters raised in reverse. Unfolding the letter, I find the date, a year before my birth,…
Small towns are prone to intense politics, due, in part, to participatory politics that extend beyond a simplistic vote. Recently, the political pitch in the little town where Silvia lived…
It was his name, Henrik Visnapuu that came up in those first Google searches at the late-night, kitchen table, linking Silvia to a larger world unknown to me; a world…
It's a dusty roll of flimsy cardboard, with yellowed ragged paper poking out it's ends, resembling something akin to an old-fashioned, confetti cracker from a party long past. Anyone could…
