In Utopia, your neighbors turn up on your doorstep with eggs they’ve just gathered from their chicken coop. Aren’t they beautiful? The white ones aren’t actually white. They’re a very pale blue. I’ve never had eggs quite this fresh before, …
So I’ll point you in the direction of my friend Michael Deibert, who has plenty to say and says it well.
But also a bit of wallowing and a bit of sulking. And all while weighted down by the tail end of a cold, and waking up on Wednesday morning with my top lip totally swollen by cold sores (boy did …
though not entirely healthy yet. But it’s been long enough that I’m fairly confident I’m no longer contagious. A good feeling in and of itself, as I don’t enjoy going out into the world with the sense that I’m dropping …
The good thing about taking pictures of my first attempt at sourdough bread and then failing to blog about it for a week is that now I can show you the first two attempts at sourdough bread instead, since I …
Sourdough. Right. Sourdough. I’m at the coffee shop, Sunday writing day, taking a quick break from the writing. I remembered to tuck the camera into my backpack so I could upload the sourdough pictures. What I did NOT remember was …
#6 will be the last fragment. They’re not working in the context of the blog, no matter how much I may like them and enjoy writing them. I’ll keep doing them, as I always have–they’re like doing scales–but I’m not …
Dawn comes up hard and fast through the window, needle to the eyes and the sick taste of metal and geraniums in his mouth. Nostrils crusted shut and an ache that goes bone deep. Done it again Dwight youve done …