“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. ”
April was not so cruel. Actually, April tends to be one of my favorite months of the year for several reasons, including the dawn of spring, a sense of renewal, and celebrating my wedding anniversary. The photo above is from Pizzeria Delfina in San Francisco, a spot that came highly recommended by Stacy, and did not disappoint. Between the Italian wine, saffron arancini, and perfectly charred pizza, we couldn't have asked for a better meal during a recent weekend getaway to the bay.
Greece is dreamy.
Why teaching poetry is so important.
Portraits of reconciliation.
"You can’t manage time. Time never changes. There will always be 168 hours in a week. What you can manage are the activities you choose to do in that time."
The evolutionary mystery of left-handedness.
The how and why of dal.
Ever wondered what your victorian pen name would have been?
I should really bake more bread.
When cooking is its own reward.
The crossroads of should and must.
What 15 famous landmarks look like from the sky.
These recipes are making me hungry: crispy sweet potato fries, chocolate red wine cake, and baked almond pancake with strawberries.
"Reading is a solitary act, an experience of interiority. To read a book is to burst the confines of one’s consciousness and enter another world. What happens when you read a book in the company of others? You enter its world together but see it in your own way; and it’s through sharing those differences of perception that the book group acquires its emotional power." -Really? You're Not in a Book Club?
