These June evenings are soft-focus, green and slightly breezy, with an azure sky that can make your heart ache. Amid the branches framing my back porch are cherries, dark and juicy and mysterious. Last weekend a gaggle of grownups and children came over bearing cherry dishes. The Librarian’s lamb with cherry-rosemary sauce. Strategy Guy’s…
There’s been quite a bit of potlucking around here. Summer, my birthday, and a fresh lively wave of queer activism seem to bring out the culinary best in everyone. First, there was a tapas potluck at The Diasporic Filmmaker’s place, in a charming courtyard with a random lattice work of tree branches above, on…
We arrived on a dark, stormy afternoon, to spectacular waves slamming against dark rocks. Small trips are what we can do right now. My mother steels herself against the small discomforts of travelling and takes pleasure in everything else. The beauty of the Pacific Rim is wild and pervasive. Expressive waves, the air itself…