Articles by Claire Jarvis

Welsh witch.


Fall Classic

I love watching a city watching a game. My city, the city I’ve adopted as my own, had a team in the World Series this week. In the years past when the Giants have won the Series, the street around the corner from my house was blocked off for hours after the final pitch, with people…


Nicks Fix

The sad, wide-set eyes, carelessly lined in brown.  The white-blond tendrils slipping, elf-locks, before her ears while an Elnetted crest sweeps down her back.  The slightly drooping lower-lip.  The famously fragile, much-abused, nose. Stevie in all her guises has been with me my entire adult life.  As a leotarded, gamine Garbo; caped in black velvet,…