Feasting in the dark of night
byI cherish the rhythm of sharing meals with others, be it the simplest meals of black beans and rice to the most festal Sabbath…
celebration
World banquet
byFor me, birthdays have always conjured up memories of food. Every year growing up, a few days before June 26, my mom would ask…
Sounds like home
byWerner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings, bending and vibrating over Zollverein, flying through forests, through…
Melancholy Christmas
byWe moved to Three Rivers, Michigan, 13 years ago during a snowy winter to live in a cottage on Pleasant Lake. The cold arrived…