#TBT: meals

Watching too many cooking shows recently . . . and thinking about the best meals I’ve ever had whilst traveling . . . this list seems complete: #5. Rome. Sadly, I have no picture of this meal, but it was on Piazza della Rotonda in Rome, hard by the Pantheon. The dish was pasta all’Amatriciana.

In the City

I live in the City of Saint Louis. I choose to be urban, to be present, to be part of the healing of this once- and again-vibrant city. Yesterday I exercised my rights as a citizen to vote in the municipal election. I voted for change. But as I left my polling place at a

Temptation

My dear friend Grace brought me a little present on Saturday. I have coasters strewn about the house on which to set a coffee cup or a cup of tea. Or something stronger. Now I have a reminder as well…

Day 350

Today is the 350th day of our lockdown, by my reckoning. And my reckoning is dated from the last day it was allegedly safe to be within inches of another person, to embrace, to shake hands, to be human with others. The day after the last regular day in the office. The day I started