In Celebration of the Solstice: Abundance

In early June comes a five-day period when every peach on the tree arrives at a perfect skin-splitting ripeness and you race the birds rushing into the back yard with a blue plastic bucket. You drag the six-foot aluminum ladder from the garage climb tenuously and reach for each round fuzzy piece of fruit with … Continue reading In Celebration of the Solstice: Abundance

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake (a book review)

Warning:  spoilers ahead.  I’ll wave a red flag when we get close, but stay alert. This book made me very sad.  I don’t know why I’m surprised, it’s right there in the tittle. It’s not that I can’t handle sad—I mean, I’ve never missed an episode ofThis Is Us.  But this book made me feel sad … Continue reading The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake (a book review)

Bread Cats

After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering cats. Some are brown and toasty, some white and fragrant, some calico dotted with black, brown and golden patches that used to be raisins, apricots, and berries. They stretch, blinking their golden eyes, then pad down off the discount shelves to chase … Continue reading Bread Cats

The Saga of Charlie and Mabel

Written with my Thursday writing group with the prompts: Charlie was a regular guy living a regular life, craving light, gibberish, his creative brain set in, his eyes looked, I’m surprised, cease and desist, aging is a choice, Buddha fingers and dragon fruit, we’ll make our own, and the world is full of lovely poems.  I … Continue reading The Saga of Charlie and Mabel

The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

Written with my Tuesday group with the prompts:  cornucopia, apples, pies I like to bake but I don’t do it that often.  I don’t do it that often because I need to keep my blood sugar low.  But I don’t want to write about that.  I want to write about my electric mixer. Thirty-something years … Continue reading The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

Something Burning

Written with my Thursday group with the prompts:  diner waitress, burning, haphazard groups, in David’s mind We live in a land where the autumn is brown and orange.  The leaves don’t fall from the trees anymore.  They hang on, wilting, defying wind and season and temperament of the sun. The children never learn the color blue. Everything … Continue reading Something Burning

Angel Food

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  Angels don’t have to eat but Gabriel likes it, he missed tasting food, it looked impossible, my first reaction, or “It looks impossible,” Gabriel admitted, “but remember,” he added, pausing for effect, “impossible is my bread and butter.” Rafael winced at his colleague.  It always came … Continue reading Angel Food

Escaping Fresh Produce

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts:  waiting for the rain, in the kitchen, wayfarer, in the hands of God Maryann sat in the kitchen surrounded by fresh produce Frank had carried in just moments earlier.  She didn’t know where he’d gotten this large paper bag of zucchini and tomatoes, eggplants and … Continue reading Escaping Fresh Produce