bubble-wrapped lovers

I have a new beau! Truth be told, we’ve known each other since I was 10. But if you peeled back the bark and cut a cross-section of our relationship, it would be… Continue reading →

Moxy and Beetroot Soup with Tempeh Croutons

Lest you think that I hold court in my kitchen with any semblance of pretentious type-A foodie-ism, behold — the humble 30 minute improv dinner. Making do with existing ingredients is one of… Continue reading →

the stitch itch

When a chill sets over the land I start feeling a peculiarly strong itch to stitch. Here are two of my most recent parlays into stitchery: On the left is an ode to… Continue reading →

Of the 1-inch picture frame

A friend  asked me a few days ago why each of my posts is titled “Of….” My hero Anne Lamott has a tiny, 1-inch picture frame hanging above the desk where she sits… Continue reading →

of the tip of my tongue

After the last two bookish blips, I thought I’d keep it matchy-matchy and say three words about writing. Only three though, because I reserve rambling for academic papers. I’m an introvert — every… Continue reading →