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Potatoes, Pasta and a Handful of Tears

Posted on January 26, 2019 by O

I won’t talk about the weather anymore. But that’s hard. Because it makes you feel crazy when one day it’s forty degrees and the next eighty-five. When your garden suddenly jumps up crazy wild before your eyes. That happens here. … Continue reading →

Sleeping in a Bed of Incense

Posted on January 14, 2019 by O

Oh someone is breathing down my back again. Sending icy chills down my spine. I can feel them even in my stomach, lungs and heart. What’s left. This dark dark week when I feel like I’ve already been sent to … Continue reading →

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When Your Mother Had Holes in Her Socks

Posted on November 29, 2018 by O

I woke up at 3:00 a.m. today. And I don’t know anymore if today is really today. What is today. Not even sure it merits a period or a question mark. Or maybe just a blank space. All the … Continue reading →

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The Moon and I

Posted on October 27, 2018 by O

It’s not too early and not too late. I walk out into the garden clutching the cup of coffee, that is not too hot and not too cold. I think of going back to reheat it a little but I … Continue reading →

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Martini Morning

Posted on April 11, 2018 by O

It’s April 9. There was that thing I was supposed to do about Christmas. There was that thing I was supposed to do about Easter. I will get to it. And then maybe I will understand something. Christmas has come … Continue reading →

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Food for the Sick the Tired and the Lonely

Posted on January 21, 2018 by O

I ran out of butter. I wondered how I could possibly eat my toast this morning. Because this was a day I had to have eggs, butter and toast. When I saw there was no butter, I didn’t exactly panic, … Continue reading →

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Chrysanthemums, The Beautiful, and Dmitri Hvorostovsky

Posted on November 27, 2017 by O

There are some people, when they die, whether you know them personally or not, when they die someone digs a deep hole in your heart. Makes you feel dizzy like all the blood just drained out, like all the evil vampires just got you. Makes you cold and frightened uncertain of where your hands or feet or face are. Continue reading →

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Rain, White Candles and a Flock of Finches

Posted on November 13, 2017 by O

It’s still raining. It’s still cold. The garden is still there and the garden still calls. It is still hard to get up these days. October suddenly is slapping everyone in the face (actually it is already November 13). I … Continue reading →

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The Scent of Rain Walking Home Through the Park and Green Tomato Pasta Sauce

Posted on October 23, 2017 by O

What a rainy day. And cold. And dark. The kind of cold rainy day that goes right through the bones as they say. I still get up early. Because, even though it’s October, I still must have my first cup … Continue reading →

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Gyros chickpeas cold coffee, autumn sun and runaway mind…..

Posted on October 22, 2017 by O

I have just gotten through three things on my to do list today: lunch 2. call Elene 3. call Dave I did all of the above but it took three hours instead of the allotted 1.5 There is still: change … Continue reading →