On a short list of things I’d like to do this summer is to take a bike ride to a river for an afternoon of making something with my feet in the water. Making…
We harvested four tiny radishes from our window box garden this week. They were yanked from the dirt before being strictly ready for pulling and eaten with an enthusiasm reserved exclusively for children who…
This morning, the neighbor’s blooming magnolia tree was illuminated by the glow of their bathroom light. Seen through a tangle of still-bare branches, the pink and golden were a welcome reminder of all the…
I’m thinking about gatherings of people, and of dresses, and of things we might hold tight as the days get shorter and the nights get longer. Here’s a quick daydream for a cocoon of…
I threw my back out (again) last week and so while trying to take it easy and keep up with my new regimen of physical therapy exercises, I’ve got keeping cozy on my mind.…
Faye turns eight today. In fact, I’m writing these words at the very minute of the morning that I first held her tiny, bird-like body in my arms at St. Luke’s hospital. That minute…
Is there such a thing as Covid cravings? As my sense of smell has all but disappeared and my sense of taste seems to grow fainter by the moment, I’m craving bright green salads…
Quick, before the sun comes out and I have the will to leave the apartment again, here’s an ode to making the best of these decidedly dreary February days. Here’s what I’m daydreaming about:…
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks. Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating…
A few days ago, on a total whim, a very dear friend and I decided we’d splurge on tickets to the opera. This part of the story is not make believe. Our nose bleed…