Had the pleasure of spending the morning with poet Jimmy Santiago Baca. His memoir, A Place to Stand, is what I currently devour page by page when I get my nightstand appetite. This man learned to read and to write in prison, and over the years within those cells, he came to find writing as a way […]
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Rosemary Garlic Knots and Psychoanalysis
O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied, New Orleans? I so wanted to find my roost, but it is slim pickings in the Crescent City housing market, unfortunately. Patience. Deep breaths. Meditation to break the very unproductive ruminative default thought loops, “Where will we live?…. Where will we live? ….. Where will we live?” I’ve […]
Garlic Scapes Frittata and the Disney Marathon
“When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs Ev’ry morning to help me get large! And now that I’m grown I eat five dozen eggs So I’m roughly the size of a barge!” -Gaston, Beauty and the Beast There’s nothing like running 26.2 miles in yellow tulle. In the rain. Next to a […]
Pizza Bianca with Garlic and Rosemary
The view from here is the Olympic Mountaintops in the dense clouds hanging low over the Puget Sound. Whidbey Island Fort Casey is where I meet annually with my inimitable MFA cohort–an arts colony people like none other, huzzah. Because I am surrounded by lovely words and those who live in whirlwinds to both consume […]