Spring comes, trailing robes of purest sunlight, to press
her warm and fragrant breast to earth.
- A line of poetry written at about 19 years old.
I hope readers will enjoy this collection. My criteria for including pieces here are that they be unusual, entertaining, and/or informative. Included are private essays, restaurant reviews, book reviews, short stories, and even some original recipes. Certain oddities are here just for lack of another home. Please enjoy.
