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Cat Lady Love-In

People can call me a cat lady all they want. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a compliment. I think they’re just jealous that my roommate takes up so little space in the bed, is quiet as can be, and is never rude in the morning. Even when she snores, it’s such a delicate whinny that it only makes me love her more. Honest to Godfrey, I live with one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and she’s eternally cloaked in soft, striped fur. Continue Reading →

On Cooking and Serial Commas

I’ve had a very worky weekend–what I call a “serial comma” weekend because it has entailed editing, scheduling, and accounting tasks that just go on and on. Serial comma days are one of the downsides of self-employment. But because all this busy work has kept me home and the weather has been so temperate, I also find myself doing some serious cooking for the first time in months. Yesterday, I actually made meatballs. For a non-Italian* I make really good meatballs, which is a claim that always sounds both boastful and dirty. It’s true, though. I make really good meatballs: flavorful, spicy, light. The secret is the fennel sausage from the old-school pork store down the street. Even permakitten Gracie likes them a lot; I caught her swiping one from the pan. If only my matzo balls were so expertly rendered. (Cue my Jewish grandmother rolling in her grave. Next to lobster bisque, properly made meatballs may be the world’s least Kosher food.) Continue Reading →

The Sun’s Business

I ran away again, which is the story of this September so far. It is my compensation for a summer spent wallowing in city grime and clickety-quacks (pretend that’s a word, for it should be). I’m taking care of things that can no longer be postponed, which is not pleasant, but being outside of the city in the most holy time of year is extremely pleasant. Case in point: Before tackling my onerous to-do list, I woke early today to watch the sunrise. I biked through back roads, still in darkness, and then sat at the sea, listening as much as watching while the sun steeled herself for her big ascent and the waves crashed as if to cheer her on. Business as usual. When she finally came up, it was glorious, also business as usual. Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy