Oct. 4

I am late this morning to the stoop but I am gifted with the most stunning slices of light. The thing that’s magical about light is that it has no color of its own yet gives color to everything it falls upon and folds around. It calls forth the true color of everything it touches. … Continue reading Oct. 4

lentils

The body makes a list of things I could do instead of write: wash the dishes, eat more popcorn, check my phone, make the salad that will go with the lentil soup that is now simmering on the stove. Making the soup saved me. The stove always does. So does the cutting board and the … Continue reading lentils