Something easy.

(No, this isn't that post either. One day soon, just not today. This one's 49, for anyone who's counting. Obviously, I am counting....) It was a completely gorgeous day here on Saturday -- cool, clear, and breezy. A picture-perfect fall day. And at the farmers market were all the goods to prove that, once again, … Continue reading Something easy.

Something about oceans.

The thing I remember most clearly is the feeling of terrible surprise. If I'd lived in the middle of things instead of five hours away, of course, I would be remembering, and writing, an entirely different story - if I'd been lucky enough to live to write the story. But I was in Memphis, close … Continue reading Something about oceans.

Something sentimental.

She arrived at the door with a big paper grocery sack, handed off the goods, and left promptly, knowing full well what life was like with a toddler and a new baby at home. In the grocery sack were three Ziploc bags: Wide noodles; sauce; chopped Romaine (freshly chopped from a real head of lettuce, … Continue reading Something sentimental.