My father described his infidelities “playfully, with only a dash of contrition.” That is a sentence I wrote in my novel The Monuments of Paris, and it is also, as closely as I can render it, somet…
Not long ago, I decided spur of the moment to attend an estate sale in my Washington, DC, neighborhood. As I walked the few blocks to the address I’d seen advertised, I admired the beauty of the la…
