The Chef in My Kitchen: How Anthony Bourdain Healed My Heart with a Knife

For Anthony Bourdain, who gave us the recipe for a true life. May he be resting sweetly and well. It was a kitchen seemingly built for toddlers: cramped, short-ceiling and dim, the overpainted cabinets patterned with the last tenant’s flowered shelf liner.  That tiny awkward space staged the love affair I began with chef Anthony Bourdain, … More The Chef in My Kitchen: How Anthony Bourdain Healed My Heart with a Knife

The Art of “I Am”

On Thursday evenings, I attend a class called “Intuitive Writing.” A small group of us are led by amazingly gifted author and teacher (and just plain happy, kind, and soulful human being), Katherine Jenkins.  Her book “Lessons from the Monk I Married” has been translated into multiple languages and she writes a blog with the … More The Art of “I Am”

Grief is a Ninja

Dear C, Grief is a ninja.  Did you know this?  I think you probably did, after your dad died.  I think behind your teary smiles, then, eventually,  your bigger smiles, your trip-taking, dinner-party planning, that the grief ninja was hovering, kicking you in the knees now and then.  We knew you were sad, we saw … More Grief is a Ninja

Toby

His voice from across the tavern table, drew sounds upward from a windworn notebook, low, sure, and gravelled on every few consonants. It pulled in a page of etched words, dark ink, about an ocean and long days of quiet at sea. When he finished, his worked and bitten fingers folded the pages back over … More Toby

Not Walter

There is a man who lives in his truck behind the church near our house. He’s been there since springtime. It didn’t take us long to give the dark-haired man a name: “Walter.”  We felt unsettled that he was around, stuck, with seemingly no where to go.  This is our neighborhood, our space. We walk the dog in the late evenings, and … More Not Walter