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.