I am in here.
Memories come flooding back, over the 30 intervening years, more than at any other reunion time. Perhaps it’s safe for them now. My intense need for poetry, for words. My absorption (the only word for it) of any poetry I came across, from cummings to Eliot, whom I was assured was too advanced for me. … Continue reading Memory
I found this at VodkaPundit. Brought it over here to keep it for future cooking. Hey, it’s too early in the morning to do it now. Friday Recipe Special Monday Edition — I got inspired Sunday afternoon. Steve’s Tasty Greek Rack of Lamb You’ll need: 1 rack of lamb, frenched 1 very large baking potato … Continue reading Recipe, via Vodkapundit
Have you ever wanted to write, just for the sake of feeling the words come out of your hands and onto the paper or the screen? That’s how I feel now. My foot (in its plastic and Velcro enclosure, I think of it as a separate entity) and I have not ventured out yet today. … Continue reading words words words
From This Normal Life I was holding the baby when we heard it. The rest follows, since Brian doesn’t have a good archiving system yet, and this story should be preserved.
white pebble 