I’d have told you that I spread honey, then sprinkled cumin and the lightest dusting of cinnamon and chili oil on cod filets tonight. To finish, I squeezed fresh limes instead of lemon. The kitchen smelled like your fingers after you made me come describing our scents.
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If we could have spoken tonight
Posted in Cooking/Food & Wine, Falling in Love, Flowers, Reminiscences, Young Love on May 11, 2015 | 2 Comments »
Childhood Story #8
Posted in Children, Emotions/Inner World, Fathers, Growing up, Masculinity, Writing, Young Love on February 17, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
In a well-worn story of my youth, the main character is, of course, me. But as I retold the story, it could be my Dad. Or my Mom. Or my stuffed tiger, who, at the age I was at the time this story was not yet a story, but a series of events that hadn’t […]
Butterfly Wings
Posted in Isolation/Belonging, Love, Rain, Science, Young Love on October 7, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
My literary/relational mind is poorly suited for certain types of science. When I first heard of string theory, I personalized – and simplified – it; perhaps this is what non-physicists do. I like the idea that people and objects are more than random particles, and that instead, something exists in the in-between, connecting bits and […]
Instant Leo
Posted in Adolescents/Teenagers, Camp, Marriage, Parenting, Romance, Young Love on June 19, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Summer is approaching, and with the exception of Club Med, the years of summer camp have passed for grown ups. My son hasn’t yet wanted to do overnight camp, my husband never went, so I’m the only one in the house who knows about summer camp. The joy of camp songs, bug juice, care packages, […]
Catch and Release
Posted in Anger, Emotions/Inner World, Friendship, Love, Men, Relationships, Young Love on May 9, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I spoke to an old friend the other day, and lightly let slip a rather critical assessment of a long-ago ex. My words were clever yet cutting – I lamented how it was unlikely he was ever going to reconstitute into a reasonable facsimile of a man.