Today the rain started lightly, tapping at the window to wake me up early. It's coming down in sheets now. Every time a car passes outside on the dark street, it sounds mysterious and hushed, swooshing through the wet puddles. I'm finishing a glass of wine and sampling a slice of babka, which I made today using a recipe I'm playing around with (more on that soon).
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I feel a little like Adele right now (not in the sense of being able to carry a tune or having cheekbones fantastically suited to blush or anything like that): "hellooo, it's me..." Are you guys still there? Is this thing still on? I hope you are!
Read moreSUDDENLY THIS RAIN
There's a crispness to the air outside, but fall hasn't decided yet whether to fully arrive. It hovers nearby, letting the sun seep in. The warmth is layered over the cool temperatures, syrupy and amber-colored, in a clever stratification of weather: hot on cold on warm on chilly.
Read moreA KIND OF KINDLING
I'm here. Words inhabit my days always; sometimes they swarm, buzzing loudly until I have to pin them down with ink on paper to quiet them. Sometimes they hide at the corners of my head, hazy and evasive, too shadowy to see clearly. When I try and name them, they shift away from me.
I haven't put them here in some time, so I'll remedy that bit by bit. Instead of starting broadly, I'll start with the small and concrete. Our days are built of those details after all, aren't they? Grand life stories, made of stacks of tiny moments.
Read moreSUMMER NIGHTS
It's June 21, and two and a half months of summer stretch ahead. I see it in freeze frames: snapshots of picnics and hot, sweaty runs and cases of grapefruit La Croix seltzer water. Can you picture it? What's the perfect day?
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