Posted in October 2015

Singing.

Just then a high, mournful sound broke in upon Stephen’s dream–a slow, sad song in an unknown language and Stephen understood without ever actually waking that the gentleman with the thistle-down hair was singing. It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any … Continue reading

A Word about Sisters

From Blood, Bones, and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef, by Gabrielle Hamilton. I’m listening but I’m also working. The thing with Melissa is that I fully and completely and 100 percent understand and comprehend what she is saying–to its fullest meaning–within the first fifteen seconds. And unfailingly by the end of the … Continue reading