September means plums and finally being able to turn your oven on. Except of course that this September has been all kinds of ungodly hot and so turning the oven up to 350° feels…
yesterday, a letter in the mail from one of my very favorite people. nothing pulls at the heartstrings quite like a typed-up letter, does it? other things: * love notes. * a gilded alphabet. *…
forty-nine years together in the same stuy town apartment. this weekend, a celebration of paul’s life. now, thinking of mildred and her wallpapered cabinets, her collection of owls. poetry for comfort, i hope.…