Philadelphia — I remember my grandmother’s tables being surrounded with faces we saw just once a year— honorary aunts and uncles, smiling down at us. Those tables were also heavy with our food. Boreg, kufta, yalang...
Pamplona — My friend got a turkey from the woman at his local mercado. “Pavo?” he asked. “Tienes pavo?” She shook her head, like everybody else had, but with an addendum. She could special order one for us — wh...
At home in Philadelphia
Loud, chaotic, random, lovely.
A Thanksgiving walk with family in rural Wisconsin.
I wanted to catch him, before the chemo. Instead, I caught her, beat-keeping on a beer bottle by the bonfire.
Her first pie.