Rest in Peace

  From the first time I heard your voice (age 8, on the way to school, sitting in the back of Mrs Tuominen’s car), I was enthralled. You knew something I didn’t know yet — lots of mysterious things. I could hear that. You’ve been, unwittingly, my constant companion throughout the years. An inspiration, a…

The Latest

  Making: Oven-Roasted Cauliflower With Garlic, Olive Oil, and Lemon Juice. Over and over again. Nothing that easy to make should taste so complicatedly delicious. Listening: Zaz. In particular, Trop Sensible. Gorgeous. Reading:The Borrowers, by Mary Norton. As a kid I was obsessed with The Littles — specifically, this book, which is primarily diagrams of the various types…

Excerpt

I had stayed up late again the previous night, poking at the keyboard of my laptop for a relief that did not come, shuffling through memories for the strongest scent, some unexamined aspect I could use to fill myself up. I’d awoken on the couch, empty and wired from an endless dream in which I…

But I was so much older then

A few weeks ago I found some old photos of you. I’d never seen them before. They were of a you that had ceased to exist by the time we’d met. You were utterly recognizable: those eyes. You’ve done a good job of keeping yourself inaccessible. You’re nowhere, really, save these photos, which feature a…

Clementine

Pulling apart tiny segments of peeled citrus, I picture jelly-candy oranges, their simplified, stylized shapes so pleasing to tiny hands, the clean bite leaving long rows of teeth marks in their smooth, perfected centers. Juice seeps through the napkin and I worry, briefly, about the wooden desk beneath the paper — but orange oil, good…

Gratitude

Every day, I’m astonished at the treasure around me: people who know me well and love me anyway, who love my child and family; a great job; a nice place to live; hot water to bathe in; healthy, delicious food within easy reach; more than enough clothing and shoes; all the books and music I…

A repair

  It was time. She stepped outside, wary of jostling the recently-broken item, wary of turning her head too quickly. Walking carefully to the bus stop, she focused on how things would be after the item was mended. Everything would be different. Nothing would be the same. She closed her eyes and let her mind…