Cry baby cry…..

I’ve had my heart broken, the air knocked out of my voice so it’s been quiet here for a little while, giving myself instead to the work of breathing in and back out and then repeating all over again. And I’ve given myself over to the tears which seem to flow unchecked and without warning. I’m wildly…

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of pots and pans and wings…..

It’s been long hours driven inside from the cold and I’ve been cooking to stay close to the fire, making food with love for body and soul because sometimes it’s the only way I know in the muddy places and so there I stand,  heart a little shaky, hands solid on the shiny purple of the onion that I…

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