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.…

Almost a Memory: Thessaloniki

Writing this post, my last about my trip to Greece, I'm sitting in an air-conditioned apartment in New York City; while the past few days have been wonderful, my legs are more than a tad sore and I'm two shades short of exhausted. There's a part of me that longs for home (oh, to cook…

Cupcake Clouds

You'd like. You've dozed off, and in the world of dreams people communicate with a few basic words: unfortunately, if only, because, I'd like. That's how the party starts, the traffic jam in the streets. The dust. The rain. The firefly hunt. -Amanda Michalopoulou (I'd Like)If I remember correctly, on some form of online communication…