Light in the living room before dawn on a midwinter day: the fireplace with its flickering flames. A painting above the mantel, in shades of slate and coal and gray – a drummer and a guitarist and a bass player, all motion and youth. A soft yellow lamp haloing the saffron wall. A painting by … Continue reading The Light in the Living Room
How she wanted an older brother. He would take care of her. He would protect her. They would not have one of those I hate you, you suck relationships. They would be buddies. He would think she was a kick-ass little sister. She would idolize him. Her older brother would be great at sports, wise, … Continue reading Her Imaginary Big Brother
Why does your dog immediately do the downward dog every time he sees you pick up his leash? Why do so many people prefer their beverages icy cold? Why do you prefer yours room temperature? Is spontaneous combustion for real? Why are you so afraid to do a headstand? How did that magician in New … Continue reading ? and ? and ?
Chinese Lanterns She tried to grow them but they wouldn’t. She read the cautionary words – they’ll take over spread like wildfire run for your life poison will be necessary in the end – but in the end nothing was necessary. In her garden they refused to grow. Like other things she feared her craving … Continue reading Chinese Lanterns
If Chops Tick had a Facebook page and decided to join the rest of the Facebook world and write a 25 Random Things About Chops Tick list, this is what that list might look like. 1. I can be made of many materials, including plastic, jade, wood and ceramic. 2. I am sometimes connected by … Continue reading Chops Tick speaks out
Once, a Redwing pottery mixing bowl was given to a young woman by an older woman she loved, respected and feared. At first the young woman didn’t much care for the bowl; it was thick, uneven, hairline cracks here and there. This was a long time ago, when the young woman didn’t appreciate thickness and … Continue reading The green bowl
Consider the dumpling, if you will. In all its incarnations – fried, steamed or boiled – it is the food of my dreams. In Taipei, in 1981, you could buy them for a penny apiece – yes, that’s $.01 apiece – and I ate them every day in a dumpling restaurant in Food Alley, where … Continue reading The Perfect Food