Santa Fe’s FarmersMarket

First were the bushels of peppers waiting to be roasted. It was chili season, and heaps of shiny red, orange,purple, and green peppers were in baskets under a tent. Eight kinds of potatoes, more varieties of the chilies, small sweet cantaloupe, tomatoes, string beans, pale lavender to dark purple eggplant–the market stalls burst with color….

Universe?

Moscow and London were out because of my accident resulting in a broken wrist. August left  one further plan. My brother wanted my mother’s long-cherished dream of seeing Hawaii to come true, so he booked passage on a cruise, and I was invited.  Seven days sailing along the Hawaiian islands, visiting various ports with garden…

Reading Recovery

  Published in the year of his death from cancer, Henning Mankell’s After the Fire is a slow examination of a seventy-year-old’s confrontation with solitude and loss.  The protagonist, a retired doctor,  lives in a archipelago being visited by an arsonist, and we begin at the site of the first fire. Finding the arsonist is relegated…

Drinking Chocolate, Verb & Noun

  Let me try to describe it.  You open your mouth to take a taste, but it is like swallowing a thick river.  Then you remember to sip, and the maneuver works.  It is chocolate, but more so, in a cafe crowded for the weather, customers lined up for “hugs in mugs” ( TM) and hot…