Cheryl ForrestFarmers on a PlaneThey sat behind me on the small jet, and were bona fide farmers: identically dressed in blue-and-white-striped overalls and work boots…Jul 17, 20172Jul 17, 20172
Cheryl ForrestThe Buried CarI knew that they were going to bury the car. I was afraid that perhaps they would bury the car with me sitting on it….May 31, 20177May 31, 20177
Cheryl ForrestSEVILLEThe great Spanish cathedral rings its bells at 9 a.m. There is very little noise before then; people speak softly, there is no shouting in…May 19, 20171May 19, 20171
Cheryl ForrestI Fall Apart in Foreign Train StationsI fall apart in foreign train stations. The timetables, the changing track assignments, and my inability to speak a foreign language…Apr 27, 20171Apr 27, 20171
Cheryl ForrestLooking for a Lost RussianEveryone told him not to do it, not to swim out so far, not to go near the rocks submerged in the Mediterranean. Lapitsky was a strong…Apr 10, 20171Apr 10, 20171
Cheryl ForrestMr. Kansas and the GigoloGeorgia and I are in Cannes to meet the owner of our rented Paris apartment, taking a break from our research into the life of Ballet Russe…Mar 22, 20173Mar 22, 20173
Cheryl ForrestSitting on a Baby in the Paris MetroI was carefree in Paris on that summer day, in the charming Haussmann-era apartment I was renting with my co-author Georgia. We were there…Feb 24, 20173Feb 24, 20173