04: The Heart of Winter

What is the difference between stillness and silence? In a poem I tried to write about winter three years ago, I wrote: “this city is not silent / but everything is holding still / except the trees who are always waving.” It didn’t make it into the book and a few weeks ago, I commentedContinue reading “04: The Heart of Winter”

03: The Face of the Sky

“In Heaven, everyone will be thirty-two years old,” my nine-year-old niece says, skipping towards where I am washing dishes. She has just finished her daily Quran class. I ask her if this is something her sheikh taught her. “No,” she says, “I just looked it up.” She is curious these days. She asks me thingsContinue reading “03: The Face of the Sky”

01: In This Season of Grief (Again) (Always)

At a dinner with Faith and Terry at least four years ago—(a dinner I think about a lot for a lot of reasons) (do you have one of those?)—we started talking about cookbooks. And how cookbooks use food to talk about everything except food, which is usually a story of the person’s life. “Have youContinue reading “01: In This Season of Grief (Again) (Always)”