A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Upon reflection, I see that, in many ways, I have hit the same note, every day, for years. In different ways. Some of them, simple. Every evening, through the darkening light from the windows [because I have never been the kind to always hit the switch when I should] spreading the contents of jars from…
Thinking in terms of: dust settling atop that which is not its endpoint– confetti collections on trees, and also other likely places, and unlikely places, then let them all drop / suddenly / finally / in some ways / lighter stripped of the things that may have weighed, I believe [my life is going to…
Days ago, I was standing in the coffee shop where I was hired to be a barista nearly four years ago. I was talking to a regular customer I’d bumped into. She caught me up on where she had been in her life that brought her to where I’d found her. Skeptics may interpret synchronicity…
As a Psychology major, it is appropriate for me to assert that I find astrology to be ripe with a certain something containing the letters B and S. That does not mean I am not guilty of, at one time or another, finding it fun to read about, though. And there was certainly a time…
