After all the sifting and sorting of facts and opinions, I've chosen a conclusion.
All I Need
How Tender and Precarious
The totality of life experiences threw a rave, and I was invited to watch.
Beans
I didn't grow up eating beans. Well, canned green beans were presented on a plate, overcooked and gray. Unseasoned lima beans, pasty in color and consistency, were thrust upon us every couple of weeks. Canned peas, which I could barely tolerate. But not garbanzo beans, or black eyed peas, or black beans, small red kidney... Continue Reading →
Grief
We're going to visit one of his favorite places tonight, the sequoia grove Dudley and I found in one of our first exploring adventures here, and miss the jangle of his tags and the swish of his feathered tail up the switchback trail.
Today Is Ours
Turn to each other again and again.
Meg Currell 