By the time I reach Serifos, my sister has transferred to dementia care. “I shouldn’t be here,” I tell my classmates. We’re on a pebble of an island in the Cyclades archipelago, some 75 square km of rock heaved from the Aegean Sea. Commercial airlines don’t land here. Large cruise lines don’t anchor here. Summer visitors stay on precipices near the cave where, according to ancient legends, Odysseus killed a cyclops…
For Off Assignment, Jackie Craven writes about a magical writing retreat in Serifos, Greece. Read the story >