Recipes from the Old Country

At church, the marquee said: "Exercise Daily: Walk with Jesus." I thought of my grandmother, who, at least twice a week, would climb down her cellar steps to haul up potatoes and onions for pasties. After they'd removed both of her breasts, she said she felt lighter, closer to God. Most days, she never took off her apron---never sat long enough to leave an impression in the cushion of her rocking chair. Yet, around the same time the day’s breeze could be seen leaving the apple tree that stood between her and the glow of dusk, she’d rest her hands---one in the other---upon the smooth surface of her formica table, and then ease her sigh into a mostly-silent prayer.

laundry day---

inside the whirlwind

yellow butterflies