A Common Sea - “I’ve found my man”
A Labor for Lovers - Only a soul can help a soul; only a mind can help a mind; and it is a labor for lovers. Letter from Joseph in Kunming, China, March 11, 1945
Mustafa – Lorrie lived in Syracuse, N.Y., from 1956 though 1960 where her husband taught at Syracuse University. While there she met Mustafa, a prominent Iranian economist and diplomat, with whom she carried on a correspondence over the next two decades.
La Macarena - I am beginning to have such a feeling for Spain! In 1958 Lorrie arrived by boat in London, spending the next several months visiting England, France, Holland, Germany, Switzerland, Italy and Spain. This journal covers a period of ten days during which she travelled from Italy to Spain and began her long love affair with Latin culture.
The Lazy Intelligentsia – Lorrie returns to Berkeley after a five year absence
One day you might say… – To her son, David, in 1967
The Anti-World - Time is itself a mirror and a mouthpiece—a missionary pamphlet… From aboard the Orsova, an attack on Time magazine and the anti-world
A Bad Day for Writing - I feel very upset. Everyone seems to be. Written hours before the assasination of Robert F. Kennedy
Cascais 1969 - My being here has been a search. Letter to her mother from Cascais, Portugal, October 6, 1969
Something Tragically Wrong - Lorrie writes of the superiority of Latin culture
A Time of Civil Unrest - A 1971 trip to South America during the height of civil unrest
Portugal, C’est Fini - Journal entries from 1973-1978
Correspondent Wanted - A 1974 job application
Report from Lisbon – A 1975 letter from friend Antonio, reporting on the volatile political situation in Portugal.
London, This Horrible City – In 1981 Lorrie flew to London, then boarded the P.&O. Oriana for a trip through the Mediterranean, visiting Greece and Turkey for the first time. This out-of-sequence journal primarily describes her impressions of London at the beginning and end of the voyage.
The World Must Not Fade - My heart is full of pain, my mouth full of lies, my mind full of illusions. Journal entries from her extensive travels through Greece and Turkey in the early 80’s.
A Turkish Bath - why do I remember nothing? Notes from Bursa, Turkey
A Precious Heritage - Letters from Portugal reflecting on her return in the fall of 1982 after an absence of 13 years.
Caravans - People say there is still a smell of death. Postcards from Greece and Turkey, 1984
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