Cara Cara Cake

Cara Cara Cake

The Farmer’s Market on a recent Saturday afternoon, and I’m gazing at the bounty of early January in southern California. What to buy? Which lovely opportunities shall I select from the glowing spectrum before me? Orange, yellow, green, even the rosy blush of blood...
Long Playing

Long Playing

I grew up with two fathers: one, my biological father and the other, Joannes Brahms, the composer whose music Daddy and I most loved. At times the two blend together in my mind, for whenever I hear the music of Brahms, I’m folded into a wordless embrace of intimacy...
A Taste for Aunts

A Taste for Aunts

In the spirit of Dylan Thomas’ line, “There are always Uncles at Christmas,” this Thanksgiving season, I’m speaking up for Aunts. Specifically, my two Aunt Betty’s and my Aunt Ellen Braithwaite, who have been on my mind as I’ve lived the days leading to this...

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