Monthly Archives: August 2014

“I like some of your recipes, such as they are. I mean, you don’t give any precise measurements, or things like that, but I kind of follow along and I try to do something similar and, most of the time, … Continue reading →

I’m watching the tube, a news program, a segment that shakes, rattles and rolls me. A media geek is standing at the gates of Graceland, microphone in hand, eyebrows at half-mast, knit together in a hairy shelf of concern. I … Continue reading →

It’s two in the morning.   The door slowly opens to the hallway, and I wake.   It’s Bambi, backlit, a dark, alluring presence.   She slinks toward my bed.   She’s dressed in her nurse’s outfit.

    Autumn is nearly here, and I am churning. We will soon be astraddle the seasonal cusp and each year at this time something awful resonates in me. I feel the rumbling in my gut, and it has nothing … Continue reading →