My editor always sleeps late. If I rise early enough I can tell myself the truth a few hours alone in the dark before he stirs. 14:XII:18
Writing
Biscuits and Gravy
My first attempt at Edna Lewis’s biscuit recipe. Biscuits and Gravy -Geoff O’Keeffe The premise of this review is that I regard biscuits and gravy as an indicator dish for the overall quality of a good American breakfast joint, much like the role chiles rellenos plays on a Mexican menu, or Quiche Lorraine in a … [read more]
A Sunny Day In October
Today, I am Jewish. I am the darkest black, shining like ebony. I am an immigrant from Slovenia. I am every woman. I am Mexican-American. I am a Rohingya refugee, pursued by Burmese Buddhists I am a Honduran mother with three children, fleeing political violence and my husband’s family. I am Nancy Pelosi. I am … [read more]
Hearts In the Ice
I know many of you have seen this elsewhere and I apologize for the repetition. It’s the nature of PR to repeat. It’s the nature of PR to repeat. ;>) Sandy has been deep into an amazing project, building a new website for our friends, Sunniva Sorby and Hilde Fålun Strøm, who founded and lead … [read more]
Merely Steps Away
I have a new routine most Sunday mornings. I awake in the dark, spend an hour as still as a church mouse, then head off to a coffee shop closer than my usual place, but one I’ve come to fancy lately. Their coffee is better, to be sure. The place has a decidedly Euro … [read more]
Bomb Dream
Perhaps it’s the full moon. Or the leaves turning from green to gold to brown, falling at my feet. Or Soten returning home to die or reading about Natalie nearly dying. My dreams have darkened and become most vivid and visceral. But I dreamed this: They seem to bomb us in the very early hours … [read more]
