When I was five, I celebrated Christmas with my friend, Phoebe, and her family. My mother must have had to work that night, and, being a Jew who didn’t quite jump for holidays anyway, she didn’t have too much stake in it. But even then, I was so fascinated by Christmas as it seemed it should be….
plum ginger shrub
Plums from my tree. PLUMS FROM MY TREE!!!
nasturtium vodka
Today, let’s just sit here and have a drink. I have music for you, too. I’m just back from the farmers’ market, where it was so hot that the only thing wilting faster than us was the parsley. It was one of those days where customers would make jokes and I wouldn’t hear them, or…
in praise of the elderflower
Before we get into this, I need to confess that a few weeks ago, I drowned my fancy camera in my bag with contents of a very large water bottle. Some people can work magic with their iphones, but I don’t seem to be one of them at this point, and so I feel it’s…
mint in the water
I’m back from my room. There are two sides of the coin when it comes to talking about the process of trying to actually create something, or maybe 3 or 4 sides, as when I’m talking about writing, the metaphor is bound to break down, sooner or later. There are some people who can talk…
Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 