The Scenic Pine

The Scenic Pine

One of the farthest points of my neighborhood is a hard sandy strip of open land which I call “the lookout.” From there, I see the Pacific and La Jolla Cove to the west; to the east lies an expanse of settled land, then the distant Cuyamaca Mountains. And at the...
Impact

Impact

The Pinot Noir aisle in BevMo. I was slowly working my way shelf to shelf, section to section, frowning and muttering. Bottle after bottle of wine, label after label, description after description. A clerk, a burly fellow, asked. “Anything I can help you with, ma’am?”...
Brownies

Brownies

Be my Valentine? Here’s a good recipe for you—but first its story. Both are close to my heart. It was 1967, first semester of my senior year at the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston; in the spring I would give my senior recital, the culmination of four...
Of Trees and Crows

Of Trees and Crows

A moody November afternoon and I’m at a local shopping center where I usually go to use the ATM, market, or post office, or meet up with friends at Starbucks. But today the primary feature is the sycamore trees—and what’s flying around in them. I’ve been studying and...

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