This week, my grandmother Shirley would have been 86. I can never remember her actual birthday, and so I give her the whole week, and, like some Pagan goddess, she presides over this always charged and wild time of the end of August, the end of summer, and the beginning of new routined life, whatever…
plum ginger shrub
Plums from my tree. PLUMS FROM MY TREE!!!
When I am alone
And like that, the nights get cold and a new time comes in. The girls are away for a good part of this week. They are on a last hurrah of the summer with my aunt and uncle who take them to a family camp to ride horses and shoot arrows and be in talent…
zucchini cocoa nib muffins
I’ve told this story before, but here I am again with the story in my head and my eyes on the oven, so here we go. Ten years ago now, I worked at a little cafe in Santa Fe. As far as I know, it’s still there, and it’s still wonderful. Each morning in the…
triumphant
Last week, we went to the beach. It was, all in all, a spontaneous kind of trip. We’ve had no real getaways scheduled for this summer–really we have made days here and there out of book events, which has served the purpose nearly enough but not quite. We had plans to go down to a…
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