There’s no sense in worrying about something you can’t avoid, he reasons. Butwhat about olives stuffed with fat cloves of garlic and preserved lemon? I ask,desperate for a concession I know won’t come. What about red wine glidingthrough your veins like a gondola on a river? The first few seconds of eachmorning before my brain... Continue Reading →

1. Water is dripping from the kitchen ceiling,pooling on the laminate.I’m soaking it up with a mop,wringing it out in a bucket,but it won’t stop.Suddenly I’m not in the kitchenbut on some nondescript college campus.I see you in the distance, broad-shouldered,clad in a tweed jacket and leather beret.You’re walking away, getting smaller.I call your name... Continue Reading →