O, that we could learn to camouflage with brightness day in and day out like the spring moth in New Orleans. Or that we could be so fearless in the face of predators. See me; I’m right here, living wild. May you eat as spicily as you live. This week’s work comes again from the […]
“He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo.” The last sentence in The Giver, by Lois Lowry. After watching the movie a second time, it occurs to me that Lowry meant […]
Mix it till it looks like quicksand, he’d say. Till it moves like a slow song sounds. Patricia Smith’s description of making cornbread with her father is perfect. Dough churning like a slow song sounds, smooth but with grit and fleck. I’ve made cornbread so many many ways. In waffles with chili, on a skillet […]