Omlet

Sometime in May I flipped an omelet in the pan, just like Julia Child told us to. A flick of the wrist, a little faith, and two cooked eggs aloft, turning, landing softly. A flick, faith, and turn. Now I literally have a different wrist.  It has a metal rectangular plate inside held to my bones by…

Writing

I saw a photo of Philip Roth’s desk. It looked busy.

Santa Fe’s FarmersMarket

First were the bushels of peppers chilies waiting to be roasted. It was chili season, and [in addition to this treasure ,] 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…