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Chino Farm
Today at the Vegetable Stand (from a respectable distance) I watched Tom, Nina, Makoto, Robin, and Henry cheerfully dispense spring onions, tiny purple and white scallions, spring garlic, four different types of spring potatoes, red, yellow and orange baby carrots, Fioretto, rapini, kale, Swiss Chard, spinach, baby artichokes, red, white, and purple radishes, beets, Brussels […]
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Outstanding in a field
Nearly every morning at dawn for the past 34 years I have walked our dogs on a route that takes us across the San Dieguito River and along a dirt track that parallels a swath of wild scrub brush that is home to rabbits, coyotes, rattlesnakes, and in the old days, scooting coveys of California […]
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Treasure box
It began with a piece of polished red glass the size of a thumbnail. I was probably four years old and how I didn’t swallow it, I’ll never know, but yes, I do remember the smooth feel of it on my tongue and the clacking noise it made against my little teeth. That red jewel […]
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Dancing Faun
When I was about eleven years old my father shared a design studio with Berthold “Tex” Schiwetz (1909-1971), a marvelously playful sculptor and one of his oldest friends at the Cranbrook Academy of Art, both before and after World War II. Their studio was actually a charming, slightly dilapidated, T-shaped greenhouse on what was left […]
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Mermaid Tears
The boy had been flying high, high over the trees, when the dream began to fade. He shut his eyes tighter, trying to stay aloft, until he realized that he was awake — and not in his own bed. It all clicked before he had opened his eyes: his favorite third-floor room; his Granny’s summer […]
