“Can I give you these pears?” I asked the elder lady who cleans the house across the street. I was holding four pears from our house’s backyard trees. “Sure–I can leave them on the counter,” she said, about to close the front door. I’d already seen her put her cleaning stuff in her car. She… Read More »
“Please go into my cartoon bag and put jelly bellies in my skull,” I said to Ming. Then I laughed and laughed, as that was a ridiculous sentence. I had never said that sentence before, and I love it. Do you like novel sentences? I imagined my bare skull Hamlet-style. The jelly bellies were the… Read More »
Hello, reader. How’s tricks? I want to tell you how I make dal. Some people like it, so my elucidation could be a service to the world. orange solstice meal I cooked a meal with my housemate for our community. It was an orange meal for summer solstice. Wow, what a tasty time. The menu… Read More »
“I feel like things are too changey right now,” I told Ming. “Do you ever feel like that?” I saw Ming think about it. “Yes,” he said. “Oh, ok. Good to know you feel like that sometimes too,” I said. “I need everything to slow down for a minute.” I could chalk it up to… Read More »
“Hey dear, I have some news for you,” I told Ming. We were driving somewhere in town, and I was chowing down on a bowl of brown rice and kale for my breakfast. “You did it. I changed. I prefer brown rice now.” A doctor back in Las Vegas told Ming to switch to brown… Read More »
Hey, reader. How are you? Did you know people do things that don’t make sense? Responsible, good people like me and you. Yes, it happens. how the world works I always believe people make sense, like that’s how the world works. Thing leads to thing. There’s a reliable chain of cause and effect–we can count… Read More »
“Thank you for what you’ve done, to escape from prison,” I said to my housemate. We were at the dining room table, both eating dinner late. He had served himself up a big, beautiful plate of food: roasted veg, dumplings, and spinach salad. We had just been talking about food justice, how crappy food is… Read More »
“Any stove that’s electric is not really a stove–it’s a glorified hot plate,” I said, pondering natural gas. “There–I said it. Fire is totally different for cooking, than a ridiculously hot coil of metal. Sorry. Cooking feels so different with a flame.” Ming and I were lying in bed. It was early in the morning,… Read More »
“What are you looking for? Everything you need is in this bed! Unless Bunny fell out,” I said. “Cherche” means search in French. I think of that word often–not sure why. It’s like buscar in Spanish. Those words mean a lot to me. I can get super-affectionate about words. Do you have words like cherche… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you? I wanted to show you this moss car. What do you think happened to this car? I think it spent some time in a bog. There are stories I can come up with. I saw the moss car in a rural area of Oregon. I don’t want to be conceited… Read More »