admin | July 15, 2010
Summers, when I walk the trail out to the Cap Sante breakwater in Anacortes, tall stalks with silvery-green fronds heavily perfume the air, making it sweet and licorice-y. Fennel—the merest whiff and I’m back on the Pacific Coast Highway. We’re pulled off at a wayside, lying on the warm sand beside thick patches of wild [...]
admin | May 2, 2010
Learning to cook, like so many of life’s great initiations, presents us with a series of tests. In the early sixties, still a teenager, I moved to New York City. First I shared a ninth-floor railroad apartment, essentially a long, narrow hallway, in a Westside tenement building with an ever-changing cast [...]
admin | May 2, 2010
The orchard was my magical kingdom. A once upon a time in a land not so far away kind of place, where old knuckled trees whispered secrets to us kids who entered there. We couldn’t wait to run down the grassy corridors and disappear in the dark tunnels of arching branches. Losing [...]
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