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silent sunday

Saturday, January 16, 2016

This past week I got to tag along while my sister-in-law-to-be tried on wedding dresses, and sneaked a few shots during our time. We’re all terribly excited she’s going to be part of the family. David Bowie and Alan Rickman left us this week. Here’s some Sunday morning reading and viewing to celebrate both: oh!youprettythings David Bowie’s Formative Reading List Chilly Gonzales: Pop Masterclass David Bowie cookies David…

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Sunday, July 19, 2015

“It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it…and then the warmth and…

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Saturday, May 23, 2015

‘The great chefs of France and Italy learn about food at home; what they do later, in the restaurants that make them famous, is use what they have learned. They build on it, they start elaborating. They take home cooking to the restaurant, not the restaurant school of cooking to the home. Inverting the process is like learning a vocabulary without any grammar…We are at risk, here, of…

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Silent Sunday

Sunday, May 10, 2015

“I can eat anywhere, standing up if I have to. That said, I have always loved the idea of a kitchen table around which people can gather. Having spent a good year or more scouring the Internet, antique shops, and salvage yards for something that works for me, I finally decided to have one made. The idea had never crossed my mind until I saw, quite by chance,…

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Silent Sunday

Sunday, May 3, 2015

‘We live in a world where twists and turns are applauded. I’ve had my share of bacon-, avocado-, and cheese-flavored ice creams – most of which I could do without. And a whole year once passed when I didn’t eat a scoop of vanilla ice cream. When I finally did, my taste buds, wiped clean of their memory of vanilla, experienced something new. I felt like I was…

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last night jack kerouac came to me in a dream + some links on writing {silent sunday}

Sunday, February 3, 2013

I stayed up too late; my eyes were burning as I rolled over to not enough sleep again. Suddenly, there in the dark, paragraphs came to me: brilliant, shiny words that had been rolling around inside me for months finally made their way out; they weaved into sentences so articulate and beautiful. I thanked them profusely, but pen and paper were too far away. I’ll remember you in…

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selah {silent sunday}

Saturday, December 15, 2012

the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning My daughter is banging on the piano, my son lamenting because he didn’t get his way, fingerprints are streaked on the windows and toys litter the floors; these things have suddenly became precious to us; today we walk through…

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until the surface {silent sunday}

Sunday, December 9, 2012

My daughter grabbed my hand, twirling me into a dance. I hesitated for a second, glancing at the mixing bowl on the counter, the dirty spatula in my hand. But her smile convinced me to drop everything, and we whirled gladly around the kitchen together. I soaked in her giggles, her blond hair lit on fire by the sun, her blue eyes that always seemed so much older…