[First strawberries of spring, March 2009.] It’s spring. I went back to the Fillmore Farmers’ Market this morning after a too-long hiatus (baby, I’ll never cheat on you again, no, I swear) and it kind of blew my mind. I wandered around in a…
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart. – James Joyce Once, I went to Ireland. My best friend had gotten a new job and as luck had it he had to go to England for a few months for training though…
One of the best things about being a kid in my parents’ house was that most days when I got home from school there was a snack waiting on the kitchen table. Sometimes it was a big bowl of popcorn, lightly buttered and well-salted,…
The other night for whatever reason I got to feeling a little lonely. I arrived home — my apartment, after a weekend’s minor cleaning frenzy, was full of freshly-laundered, hang-dried clothes, which is one of my very favorite smells besides, of course, a chocolate…
[First daffodils, February 2009.] Tomorrow is my favorite day of the year. Yes, my birthday is nice, and Christmas, too, and I surely do love a good Thanksgiving when you start the meal early and let it go late, but truth be told the…