I’ve written many times about those first tomatoes; the kind, as I said, that “we wait all year for: just cut up in big chunks in a bowl, with a pressed clove of garlic, a whole lot of torn basil, a pinch of sea salt…Some people doll them up: a splash of balsamic vinegar, say, some good extra virgin olive… Read More
This is an edited version of my most often-requested post. The original appeared in 2009. The other night, I went to bed thinking about how one becomes lovable, as in becoming able, finally, to give and receive love. It was still on my mind the next morning, as I was making breakfast. I cracked two eggs into a small stainless steel… Read More
We are so tired of our story, so exhausted by it. We hate going over it and over it, yet we do, obsessively (one reason we feel insane, though we are not; we’ve grieving). We have exhausted all our friends, and we try not to burden them any more; they have been so good to us, they know our story…. Read More
