From time to time, I get blindsided by nostalgia. This isn’t the warm fuzzies or softly sighing kind of nostalgia, but the ambushed and left in a tizzy on the curb type. I blame part of this on the way that memories are stored in an intricate web of sight, sound, and sensation. It’s remarkable … Continue reading Dreaming Out of Open Windows
A few days ago, I was talking with an acquaintance who remarked that she had once been asked if she was British. Her voice is distinctly American with a broad Midwestern tone, and she, naturally, was confused by the question. A mystery, indeed. But this set me to thinking about my own experiences with “mistaken … Continue reading Where Are You From?
The knife glides through the airy whipped cream and chocolate dusting, sliding down through the rich chocolate filling and meeting the small resistance of the light crust at the bottom of the pie plate. Carefully slipping a fork beneath the slice of pie, I lift it gently up, checking the edge of the wedge to … Continue reading A Serving of Chocolate Cream Pie