"...fading watercolors of lady slippers and lupine; in the green gingham kitchen curtains she stitched forty thousand Aprils ago." Brilliant. A wonderfully crafted tiny avalanche of consonants and syllables sliding gently into place in the valley of timeless reflection.
I love reading these bittersweet snippets from you. I love the feeling of trying to piece together the lives your parents led from the beautiful clues in each of your micro-essays.
So HAPPY to discover this. Subscribed. Thank you. Just what my heart needs.
You are very kind. Thank you.
"...fading watercolors of lady slippers and lupine; in the green gingham kitchen curtains she stitched forty thousand Aprils ago." Brilliant. A wonderfully crafted tiny avalanche of consonants and syllables sliding gently into place in the valley of timeless reflection.
Your comment also a micro essay in itself, Carter...
So beautiful! This tribute touched me deeply. 🥰
Top shelf, Amie.
You always make me see and feel what you write about. I love that about you. 💜
Thanks, Mel. I guess I am an open book?😏
Beautiful!!! 💙💚
I love reading these bittersweet snippets from you. I love the feeling of trying to piece together the lives your parents led from the beautiful clues in each of your micro-essays.
Excellent analogy, and one I hadn’t considered. I keep thinking I’m an archaeologist on a dog, but really: Nancy Drew is my spirit animal.
I recently brought to my house my Mom's recipe box. Touching essay.
A box full of prompts where each card you pull tells a story.
Oh my gosh, that is a powerful piece for a holiday time charged with memory.
I love thinking of recipes as micro-poems! And so lovely to see your grandmother’s sketches!
Beautiful memories of Karyl. Lucky to have her home and all those boxes to sift through.
“Sifting” is such a perfect way to describe her cooking life 💕