Leftovers: An Apologia–and a way of life

Every so often I met Shirley at the copy machine. She was senior staff, I was junior. One day the conversation turned to food.  “I’m by myself,” she said. “I poach a big piece of salmon on Monday and eat it all week.” I was horrified.  And must have shown it. “I don’t enjoy cooking,”…More

Taking in the Dark–and good people with lights

I’ve been taking early morning walks around the block in our subdivision. Around 4:00 a.m., just out of bed, I pull on whatever clothes I took off the night before, slip into a pair of flipflops, unlock the back door and step outside. I want to be out in the summer night. When I was…More