Wild arugula, french sorrel, spinach, fresh tarragon. Spring salad!
Author: JNaz
Teri and I recently “attended” this event presented by the High Desert Museum, located just south of here. How cool is it that we could be there, together, while in different corners of the US? The High Desert Museum features exhibits ranging through art, history, archeology, regional biota – all with a focus on local
I smiled, I laughed, I cried. Watch this. I think you will be glad you did.
I have just finished listening to Colum McCann’s new book and found it mesmerizing. It is referred to as A NOVEL but, to my ear, was really more like an extended prose poem. Sometimes it was like listening to a painting. Read by the author, his Irish colors everything. And his intent and delivery are
I want to bring to your attention this wonderful aural experience. This is something our Teri steered me toward a few weeks ago. It is a collaboration between the Orange County Museum of Art and Alan Nakagawa. And the public! A call was put out for haiku addressing our current life under pandemic. Over 500
I wanted to share this link to the latest Poetry Off the Shelf podcast as I found it fascinating. Helena de Groot is in conversation here with Peter Murphy and their discussion is broad ranging. Murphy is the author of a book called The Long Public Life of a Short Private Poem – Reading and
This book was recommended by a dear friend as an antidote to the sometimes overwhelming chaos we are enmeshed in these weeks. She was right, it was perfect. I listened to the book, read by Douglas Thomas in his deep, resonant voice. It was an integral and beautiful reminder of what matters and how to
Baking grounds me. Making pies ties me to generations of women in my family who all made fabulous pies. I have tweaked my own pie making – whole wheat crust, less sugar, unsalted butter instead of crisco – but I feel so genetically connected when I make a pie. This one is pretty yummy. And
My friends and co-conspirators, Apologies for my absence these last weeks. My earth shifted on its axis with the death of my mother. Now, I am finding my way back, grounding myself in the real. Making ghee, bread, soup. Reorienting. Always lovely to find you all here…
I loved reading this book. Daniel Tammet has a passion for language – for how it takes shape and how it shapes the world – and he shares that passion with articulate joy. He is such an interesting person and this comes through in his writing. His intellect and focus are sharp, his perceptions augmented
