Devon from the Teacher Training invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gathering, 8 people around the table, mostly Devon’s local close friends and loved ones, only Derek (Caroline’s friend) and I relative strangers.
As we dine, the sun sets, we eat by candlelight. Continue reading “The Mourning Moon”
I am hungry for closeness, emotional and physical. I am hungry, but it’s OK. This is a lean time, a time to fast. I subsist on the breadcrumbs I pick here and there.
And here you show up with what appears like food. It smells nice. It looks nice. It’s so close, I can feel the warmth and can’t resist taking a bite: it’s tasty.
But I know it’s poison. And you know that, too. How can you not?
Our second stop for Nina’s birthday dinner is a possibly overrated and definitely overcrowded bakery in the Mission. It’s a chilly Sunday twilight though, so we manage to find sitting at a communal table for all six of us together. Somebody mentions this new chocolate place in Palo Alto. Somebody mentions that new mac-n-cheese place in Oakland. St John speculates that with this trend for highly specialized places, soon there will be a place that serves Continue reading “Mac-n-Cheese”
Пару недель назад я прочитала статью про русскую фотомодель, которая покончила с собой. Как Дороти Хейл, выпрыгнула из окна дома в Нью-Йорке.
Девушка – не только красавица, но и умница. Continue reading “Чай с печеньем”