“I love cooking in nature,” Liam tells me. He tosses the scrambled eggs around the pan gently with a fork. He’s carefully improvising the spatula I have forgotten. Nearby, two trees cradle Olive and her
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. ― Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Ode We snuggled up in my bed for an afternoon nap last week, a rare (and delightful) occurrence these days. With my eyes
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. ― Rainer Maria Rilke Spring has arrived here, wrapping us with her warm, delicious breath, signaling new birth, disrupting our routines.
Mark, I wonder if I’ll ever forget that moment. That phone call. That evening, sitting by the pool at my parent’s house, talking about American Beauty, interrupted. Life, interrupted. I had only spent days with