I thought long and hard before finally acquiescing to spend few days with a sliver of my family in South Carolina.
This sliver, one of my father’s sisters and her family, migrated there from a much colder place somewhere around twenty years ago. I was barely a person and not living in this country at the …
Reading “We Hope that Love Calls Us, But Sometimes We’re Not So Sure” in the New Yorker I was reminded of a recent conversation with my grandmother. The yearly conversation which begins with her enticing me to Florida for an up and coming weekend, as she does when she migrates to Florida with my …
“( Won’t you let me walk you home from school)”
Some guy actually asked me this today. I thought it was so kind of “back in the day“ish.
Dude I live in NYC you think I’m crazy?
Brought this song to mind though.
“Won’t you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe …
I’ve returned from bearing witness — with Bach for background — in a Northern Virginia vineyard. As a squirrel in preparing for winter I stuffed my soul with pure jazz. (while stuffing my face with cake to the accompaniment of subtle folk tunes)
You might assume I was bursting out of my Cosabella-Soire-Demi-Bra by the end of the …
