I’m relatively new to the knitting world.
For decades, I didn’t give knitting a second thought, and then one day it took over my consciousness. I realized that not only was there a knitting world, there was a whole knitting universe. And I, who had been unaware of it, wanted in.
My awakening may have had to do with the knitted cowls everyone seemed to be wearing. Not to mention the knitted caps and fingerless gloves. I wanted a knitted cowl, preferably made of thick, white wool. I wanted fingerless gloves knit from cashmere — not only wanted them, but wanted to knit them myself. Continue reading “On Knitting”
Let’s discuss vegetables … shall we? Specifically, let’s talk about lima beans, which I think of as an old-fashioned vegetable, something granny would’ve eaten, that seems to have fallen out of favor these days.
When I was growing up, lima beans were never in favor. They were one of two foods my mother refused to cook. She, who whipped up amazing meals for a family of seven — homemade dumplings and blintzes! quiche! a lot of meat! once an astounding asparagus rollade! another time astonishing orange french toast! (alas, I think I was the only one who enjoyed this) — looked with disdain upon the lima bean. The other food she refused to cook was lamb. Continue reading “Let Us Now Praise an Old-Fashioned Vegetable”
Over the years, as I told my daughter stories from my childhood, even when I thought she wasn’t paying attention, she was absorbing the important parts, the details that gave her the ability to write this poem, which she gave to me as a gift one birthday:
Continue reading “And To My Mother”
What do I want from a writer? A good story, of course, but what I want most is a connection. I think of the books I treasure, and looking at them from “the elements of story” point of view, I realize I am always hooked by voice. Someone is telling a story, and if I can hear that voice, I’m immediately pulled in and want to know more. I’m talking about Scout in “To Kill a Mockingbird,” Shirley Jackson in “Life Among the Savages,” Laurie Colwin in “Home Cooking” and “More Home Cooking,” or Nora Ephron in most anything she wrote. Continue reading “The Stories We Tell”
My grandparents married in 1929, not the best time, financially, to start a new life. I don’t know what kind of work my grandfather did when he was single, but shortly after they wed, he lost his job.
He was out of work for three years. Continue reading “Three Years”