The Cracked Mirror

This March I turn 56.  And for the first time, it is not a birthday I welcome.  It will be the first one without my husband since we married over 26 years ago.  My daughter is leaving home and moving to Colorado five days later.  And I look in the mirror these days and feel old. 

Days Like This

And then there are days like today. When I am called to make soup,  with onions and celery and carrots and ginger.  It is my version of Miso soup, hearty with many vegetables.  I slice and dice and sauté and stir while classical music plays in the background. I go to make a cup of