[Mustard greens from the market, March 2010.]
Never let it be said that I’m not stubborn. I’m the girl who will, if you offer to pay for dinner, cheerfully (but cheerfully!) fight with you over the bill (just ask my best friend). I’ll finish books I’m not enjoying all that much (see: that Dylan [...]

[Mustard grass near Sebastopol, February 2010.]
March, lovely March, here you are at last. You are one my favorite months — with polite apologies to sweet April with her sun showers, smoky blue June tossing her still-green branches against a summer sky, quiet, still August, and white-gold October; these I love truly and look forward [...]

[Spetses, 2007.]
If I were a better writer, I’d have some sort of lovely observation about this (endless) rain and how, if I didn’t have to work, I’d like to be sitting in the Japanese tea garden in Golden Gate Park watching puddles pile up near the coi pond and crunching away on that delicious (and [...]

It’s not exactly proper soup season yet here in San Francisco but it sure is starting to feel like it — this coming weekend the time changes and though it will be nice to see the moon rise up early I’m not at all looking forward to running in the dark. I got a [...]

[The other night, May 2009.]
Last week was hot. I drank copious amounts of iced coffee in my parents’ backyard while toasting my toes in the little pool of sunlight allowed to break through the trees (I still marvel at all the trees my dad planted when my parents moved there. A true city [...]