Baklava Near Disasters

I didn’t think that my annual baklava party was going to happen this year.  I mean, there’s always a bit of anxiety over whether anyone will actually show up or whether the baklava will turn out.  Too much baklava is always better because it can be frozen, but either too little or too much feelsContinue reading “Baklava Near Disasters”

Hospitality as Art

Hospitality as Art As much as I loved my time with Esther, John Ben, Misha, and Vera, I came home starving for art and missing my friends. My hands itched to hold my bow and touch the strings of my cello. I longed to create something. When I played my cello, after recovering from myContinue reading “Hospitality as Art”