Winter solitude: the slow indoor season
The first snow of the year fell while I was making tea. I did not notice it for the first few minutes;...
How traditional households shifted food, rest, and rhythm with each turning of the season. Notes for slow modern days.
The first snow of the year fell while I was making tea. I did not notice it for the first few minutes;...
On the longest night of the year, my mother used to fill the small brass lamp on the windowsill with extra oil....
My grandmother owned two coats. One was a heavy dark wool, lined in faded silk, which she wore from November to March....
When I think of my grandmother's house in Sousse, I think first of its smell, and the smell changed with the months....
The first chestnut man appeared on the corner of Via Belfiore yesterday evening. I had not seen him since March. He nodded...