My head is cloudy with spring, tangled in a thick sneeze-inducing blanket, suspended in mid-season limbo. Hot one day and chilly the next. Pollen, rain, clear, pollen. The last weeks of March and first of April are like children alternately running with abandon and coming in close for a snuggle, not sure if they're little … Continue reading Spring of consciousness
My friend is moving away. I write “my friend” as if she were my only one, an outrageous lie. I have so many friends, more than I deserve because I am often a lousy friend in return, but none of them is a friend in quite the same way Lacy has been. We are not … Continue reading The things we leave behind.
One. Our neighbor's roosters flew the coop, again. To the delight of some and annoyance of others, the colorful fowl have been frequent morning visitors around the block. Urban free range poultry in our slice of heaven, midtown Memphis. Two. Figs are my favorite summer fruit. I wonder sometimes whether that's because they're divinely delicious … Continue reading Summer in the city.