Bright and Bitter

But I don't think it matters what my darling said. She was always merry. -Charles Dickens (Bleak House)   I've written this post no less than a hundred times in my head. Back in mid-December, it was going to be about a family recipe for a deliciously tangy braised chicken, but, by the time the…

A Sun-Dappled Grove of Oranges

The morning that has passed seems far away as the afternoon advances, as the afternoon connects with the afternoon of yesterday of yesterday and of the day before, a repetition that must have a beginning somewhere but now is lost. -William Trevor ("A Day")I've been feeling surprisingly happy these last few weeks. I say surprisingly…