Monthly Archives: August 2019

Thirst

Start with the thirst the deep well you have been forgetting, ancient and ready to be soaked without shame the well your grandmothers dug for you the reservoir carved and cared for by the people your ancestors betrayed your thirst … Continue reading

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Weeds, a Sabbatical Story

I know it sounds naive, but I swear at the start, I thought it was a one-time thing. Granted, they were everywhere, so I knew it wasn’t going to be simple, or short term. But, still, I thought if I … Continue reading

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Reunion, a Sabbatical Story

What does it mean to meet again? After months, or years, or decades, to encounter another that we have not seen, or kept fully in touch with, especially one we once knew well, one we were close to, who knew … Continue reading

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Shows, a Sabbatical Story

I trace my love affair with TV to Bruce Willis and Cybill Shepherd. Moonlighting ran from when I was 10 to 14, a time when I had a super small TV in my bedroom.  Before I even knew it was … Continue reading

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Poetry, a Sabbatical Story

“Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.” -Pablo Neruda I’ve always loved writing – especially poetry – which I started experimenting with in middle school when all things feel like … Continue reading

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Summer Fruit

Stop changing I tell the peaches, pluots, and plums, as I pull them from the sack and line them up straight Stay as you are, sufficiently fragile and alive for ripening to remain ready, with sweetness to drip when my … Continue reading

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Shallots, a Sabbatical Story

At a certain point in the summer, I realized that I’d peeled, and sliced, and cooked up more shallots in the past few months than I’d probably cooked in my whole life.  Shallots are, I decided, one funny but true … Continue reading

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