Fried calamari spilling out of a cone made from newspaper onto a wooden cutting board, with two whole lemons resting nearby.

calamari…

When I was little, we used to visit my mom’s parents at a house on the coast of California that the family called The Brown House. It may surprise you to hear, but the entire exterior of the house was indeed brown. As the youngest in the family, and the most compact, it was my … Continue reading calamari…

in a breath…

In the space of one breath so much can happen. Breathe in.My house stills, night noises start. In her room, the child's eyes flutter to a close after so much resistance. One cat, displeased with the hierarchy in the house, pounces upon another as I stretch my legs and point my toes.In the other room … Continue reading in a breath…

sweet dreams are made of these…

I don't have it in me today to talk about things I want to talk about.The things I should be talking about, thinking about.I put K to bed 3 hours ago and still she's wakeful.Crying and wakeful...Refusing to sleep.and there is not a thing I can do.

when night…

When night swoops down on this house we are not ready. It's never unexpected, nor is it unwelcome... we just aren't ready.In my home we each have our own way of delaying night's embrace. Our own ways of saying No, I won't. No, I can't. Really, I couldn't possibly.The method doesn't really matter though, what … Continue reading when night…