Well, it's over. The Game of Thrones series finale has come and gone, and we've all emerged on the other side. Last night was a roller coaster of emotions, and I think the best way to describe our lasting impression is "deflated." Everyone left quietly, with little discussion. Were we processing? Were we sad that … Continue reading FINALE: Roast Duck and Pavlova
What Moths Know
The obvious-- Gray dust, the narrow escape of an electric death and the heavy balm of summer nights. The hidden-- Yellowed picture in Grandfather's coat, a first kiss under Midwestern porch light, and the whispers of children.