Even when I swore off the allure of all things sweet and nice I can’t help but look: such delicacy, such art. I always feel so tall when I bring down my fork, like a selfish crook.   The treat was mine and mine alone, for however brief the moment was. Yet at that moment … Continue reading Delectable


Tide Pool

My favorite part of the oceans lies in both the title of this post and crux of the waves and land. The rocky composite of live barnacles mounted on dead ones -- and I could delve into some metaphors about traditions and parent-child love but I won’t -- limestone sharpened by erosion, little puddles refreshed … Continue reading Tide Pool