When Spring returned to us in all its young green finery, I wanted to eat it. To squeeze a little lime on it in broad daylight and find my way, past the beefsteak tomatoes, standing strong on the sides of heirlooms, the tall, bruised green of the earth. The day before Easter, I grabbed the… Continue reading One of Many Ways to Eat Spring
There’s this feeling you get when people from all over Queens (and other boroughs!) gets together to write all weekend long. It’s sorta like the feeling you get after taking the very last bite of a piece of bread delicately smothered in fig jam, at a picnic your friend or neighbor had thrown for no other reason… Continue reading Join Me for Queens Writes Weekend!
A Healing Soup for Jen All soups are meant to heal, but this one’s for my sister-in-law who has saved me one tiny bowl each time I’ve made big pots of it. I’d recieve a text from her while at work that’d say, “Sorry. Don’t hate me.” She had a sore throat all week long… Continue reading Thai-inspired Chicken Noodle Soup
I’m right here sunlight opening up the sidewalk, opening up today’s breakfast black&white, & I’m about to be born again thinking of you –Ted Berrigan, Many Happy Returns Let’s keep this simple. There’s no sun. I need sun. Imma slice sweet gold, dress their light in citrus, hug all their yellow tight with buttery, flaky… Continue reading a free-form shine
Instead of setting goals for the New Year, I’ve chosen a word, or hell, it has chosen me. Reconnect. It came to me Saturday afternoon during the Winter Solstice Celebration. Guys, the Irish Arts Center does it for me hard-core. ALWAYS festive. Full of stories and gut-laughter. Full of a history I love to hear… Continue reading Reconnect(ing) + Boozy Jam Recipe
I was a little tipsy on the dance of the velvety heart rolling in my mouth I was dumb-tipsy on the day. Connie and I didn’t know it yet, but walking first into Wave Hill’s Sunroom before lounging in all of it’s unabashed green was a high-five moment. We actually high-fived each other. I am… Continue reading where you are planted / bloom
OKAY. I am ready to talk about the farm-to-table meal that was so good, I cried. It has only taken me seven months. But before I get there, let me start from the beginning. After I had my birthday picnic late-April, I wanted a quiet getaway with Danny, with green, with all the flowers. I desperately… Continue reading What I Got Out of Glasbern