I have been stalling here, not sure where to begin or what exactly to write about, and meanwhile, I started cooking professionally again–nothing like throwing myself in the frying pan after a decade hiatus on the line.  Even so, with the weather shifting between winter and spring on any given day, I haven’t quite known [...]

It’s not yet morning as I sit here writing in a little kitchen nook at this seaside house where I am staying. I was up early to drive my daughter to the bakery where she is working for the day, where she will jump in a white van soon after and head to the farmers’ [...]

Ode to Memory, After Neruda
Memory has scattered
its leaves
a necklace, bowl and
letter
all this
that is known
today
a worn book
as if it was yesterday
on the skin
meaningful symbols
or absence of
in spring
a shallow imprint,
movement of the hand
bearing landscape
sweetly
to bring you
here.