The friends of my friends are my friends and are visiting, and we connect and talk and eat and grow and walk and sing and crochet in sunlight . . . . . . You recognize good souls when your heart is instantly at ease, they praise your burned, gelatinous blob of brown rice, and […]
There are tiny, fragrant yellow flowers blooming on bushes along the road I’ve walked a hundred times. In the strong, spring wind they bustle about, and their scent – something like jasmine and lilac combined, but more pungent, punched with desert – intoxicates you until there is only summer and mountain crests and the sound […]
The last few years have been difficult in many ways, one being the fact that our families seemed to experience death after death after death. Jeremy’s lovely and precocious third-grade student, Rachel; my strong and stubborn, dancing and singing grandmother; Jeremy’s hilarious, lovable Uncle Andrew; the Kuhns longtime family friend, Mrs. Giraud; my twinkle-eyed, mustachioed […]
