Choose Your Own Adventure

She allowed the hum and buzz of the park to lullaby her. Life wasn't about becoming, was it? It was about being. Dr. Kellet would have approved this thought. And everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal, she thought sleepily. A dog barked somewhere. A child cried. The child was hers, she could feel the…

Oysters by the Bay

In the garden strains of music, Full of inexpressible sadness.Scent of the sea, pungent, fresh, On an ice bed, a dish of oysters...-Anna Akhmatova ("Evening")For me, there was no music, there was certainly no sadness and, instead of an elegant dish of oysters on an ice bed, we had a big old paper bag full of oysters.…