When we showed up at the pavilion at Cheeseman Park in Denver to set up for my father-in-law’s funeral last Wednesday, there was a guy in tiny black shorts pole dancing for a camera crew. It was 9 in the morning , and I guess they figured they could shoot a yoga pole dancing video…
posset
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…
coconut rice pudding with persimmons and almonds
When I was 18, I spent Christmas with my aunt and uncle in San Francisco. I’d just dropped out of college after one semester, and a few days before the holiday I flew across the country with the intention of staying in their basement for a while. Eventually I’d end up working in few restaurants,…
congee with yams and miso sauce
In January, when the world freezes and we, layered shuffle towards warmth, even carrying it with us whenever we can, looking forward
sick food
I wish I meant “sick” here like a really excited teenager eating Five Guys, but I don’t. I mean sick, sick. No one’s gotten too sick so far (knock, knock), but there’s been a lot of medium sick going on around here. 99 degree fevers. Sore throats that turn into belly aches and then just…
Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 