Life Is Short

They say life is short. They don’t mean to be depressing when they say it. On the contrary, they intend to encourage appreciation for the fullness of the moment. The exquisite preciousness of it all. But what if “life is short” is not an abstracted universal truth? What if your doctor essentially tells you, that…

American Appetites

Yesterday I was inspired to finally try my hand at something I’ve been planning to make forever: matzo ball soup. So I start the process, planning to have it for lunch by myself — not quite ready to make someone else the guinea pig on this yet.  Because some of the steps have to be…

My History or Yours?

My fiction project about a black girl growing up in antebellum Kansas and Philadelphia tends to generate a lot of curiosity. People want to know why I am not writing about Indian Americans. Or about historical indians. What could possibly resonate with me about a black girl in the 1850s? How could I possibly understand…