If February is a grapefruit (pink and bursting through it’s dull rind), and March is a banana because what else is there? If April is a mango, hopeful, often rotten and disappointing but every so often so rich and bright, and May is just blossoms, promises of fruit. If June is a strawberry, soaked through…
if january is a lemon
If February is a grapefruit (pink and bursting through it’s dull rind), and March is a banana because what else is there? If April is a mango, hopeful, often rotten and disappointing but every so often so rich and bright, and May is just blossoms, promises of fruit. If June is a strawberry, soaked through…
the map
Every so often I post a picture that includes the wall beyond our table and someone asks what is that? That, I say, is the map. And I always promise to tell the story of of the map, someday.
what to do with preserved lemons, part 2
Hello from here. (Cold, cold, cold.) I’m going to try to finally wash my windows today, as the world has lost some of its usual sparkle. I’m mired down in January already, just when I’d really decided, last month, that I unapologetically love winter. But last month there were bonfires and birthdays and cocktails and…
in the new year
I want to tell you a little bit about Freida. I’ve never had a dog, and I’ve never really wanted one. I like cats because they’re soft and beautiful and independent and smell faintly of hay. But over the last few years, I started to change without even realizing it. I’d ask people on the…
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