Une memoire sans souvenir

“Une memoire sans souvenir.” –Michael Foucault, on the texts of Marguerite Duras I went walking yesterday. It’s something that I truly enjoy, something that I rarely do. When I was hit by an SUV last April, I could only walk and use public transit for a week (and using public transit in Atlanta requires walking– […]

Because Walking is Good For the Soul

The Birthing

I failed at food blogging, it’s true. And I don’t want a blog like the one before the food blog, one of poems and nothing else. That’s too pretentious. Or like high school. Actually, the blog I had in high school and the 1st year of college managed to get 700+ hits in one day–the […]