I came around to her apartment, laden with a bottle of wine. It was late spring, and the air was heavy with the scent of flowers. Dust swirled on the road, left behind by passing traffic, but the weather was warm, pleasant, and dry. Having just moved in, she had only one plant in the… Continue reading Aio e Oio: Food for Friendship
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Humble Beginnings
The quiet hours on Sundays between dawn and ten are my favorite. The boys sleep in, worn out from the week before. And I have time to catch up on things I meant to read, hoped to write, or wanted to mull over making with the few free minutes I have each week.