No, I do not weep at the world. I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife. -Zora Neale Hurston ("How it Feels to Be Colored Me")Yesterday, in tiny Newark, Delaware, I stood amongst my fellow brothers and sisters and marched, not just for women, but for a whole range of issues: LGBTQ rights, the Affordable…
At the best of times, January can feel like the bleakest month. The twinkling Christmas lights disappear, grey rules the sky and, after any snowfall, the pristine landscape that seems to mirror the blank slate of the new year turns into a muddy mess. This year, however, things feel even more grim, fraught with anxiety…
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms. -George Eliot (Daniel Deronda)My goals, in 2016, were nothing if not lofty. In addition to the posts I would write and the the dishes I would make, I had…
Five hundred twenty-five thousandSix hundred minutesHow do you measure - measure a year?In daylights - in sunsetsIn midnights - in cups of coffeeIn inches - in milesIn laughter - in strife. - Jonathan Larson (Rent)2016 has been a weird year--quite possibly, the strangest and most disruptive year of my 33.5 years on earth. After thinking…
Dining with Dostoevsky 