A warm night. The kitchen window wide open. I’m unloading the dishwasher, second nature. Feet moving along the well-worn path between cupboard and drawer. Hands depositing glasses, forks, bowls in their waiting places. Suddenly, I hear something that stops me in my tracks: the unmistakable sounds of a small group of people gathering. Laughter. Lilting … Continue reading
I snapped this photo a few weeks ago: the last local peaches of the season. Beautiful, round, sweet and especially juicy, probably because of September’s unseasonably warm weather. And I was determined to savor them. I feasted on one peach leaning over the sink. Half of another in a smoothie. The last one cut up … Continue reading
She loved to lose track of days dropping them like rose petals or sending them off into the sea. Bottles with messages bound to be retrieved by someone else: Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday (nowhere in sight for her). * * * Her days folded into one another without headings or proclamations. No: … Continue reading
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