Correspondencias: Lucia Berlin

Our lighthouse Lucia Berlin Hi! I was dreaming! But not a dream with pictures. I could smell my mother’s Swedish cookies. Right in this room. Right here. We lived in a lighthouse, me and my seven brothers and sisters, on the Sainte Marie River. There’s no place to put things, much less hide them, in a lighthouse, but my ma sure could hide cookies. I always found them though. Under Ver más …