Back to the beginning I remember sitting on the backsteps under a punitive August sun, basting a rock, pretending it was a roast. When I go deeper into this memory I discover a backdrop of listlissness and loneliness, but the foreground was … [Read more...]
Stalking wild asparagus
As kids in rural southern New Jersey, the five of us cousins made a ritual every Easter of plundering the wild asparagus that grew on the sandy verges of the unpaved road that ran to the house. The habitat offered generous pickings on the margins of … [Read more...]
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