A Cup of Tea

 A Cup of Tea

Back from a trip, I blow into the house, lugging bags of various shapes and sizes. Now to unpack: distribute this, stash that, put something somewhere, dump laundry into the bin, all the things you do to get yourself back into normal life. Seldom is this an orderly or...
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...

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