Part of my resolve to be a more consistent blogger: post longer things here instead of on Facebook. Including recipes. So here, at the request of Simcha Fisher and my Uncle Dan are my recipes for noodle soup and lasagna, last night’s dinner...
by Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh He can still hear it: the glaciers rasping, their ratcheting in the distance, the snow-quiet. And still he remembers gulping unsullied freshness to clarify his lungs, the holy coldness blessing his skin. He gave his...
Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells...
