After all the sifting and sorting of facts and opinions, I've chosen a conclusion.
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 →
Today Is Ours
Turn to each other again and again.
What My Daughter Taught Me
These are the ephemera that deserve my attention, not the dust tumbleweeds in the hallway or smudges on the fridge.