This Man

When this man covers my little green hand (it is green – my mother was Italian and our skin is green as olives) with his large brown hand it is as warm and large and snug as a shell for a snail or a hollow tree for a rabbit (as I imagine it must be). […]

Good Every Day

Why are some things, like coffee, good every day without variation? I never tire of a strong, fragrant, steaming mug of morning deliciousness. It will lure me out of bed even if there is no reason I need to get up early. Other things, however, like jokes and like some other experiences, are only good […]