
What is it?
The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.-
Join 182 other subscribers
Categories
Archives
Author Archives: The Daily Cure
Look back. Go back.
The Fisherman always says—so I assume it’s an Italian saying although it might just be his—“Look back. Go back.” He means, if you practice the ritual of looking back as you’re leaving a place you love, you will be there … Continue reading
Well Hung
Remember that scene in Mommy Dearest, when the Joan Crawford character is screaming at her daughter about wire coat hangers and how much she can’t stand them? Edited, it basically goes like this: “No… wire… hangers! … What’re wire hangers … Continue reading
Fisherman’s Wife (or, Why I can say “Pike” in Three Languages).
I am married to a fisherman. In some households that constitutes widowhood: a spouse abandoned, while the other stands next to a stream or river or sea. I’m most usually only a Sunday widow. But it’s OK in the extreme. … Continue reading
Posted in AROUND US, FRANCE
8 Comments
If We Are What We Eat
I confessed to a good friend of mine just yesterday that I felt stuck, lacking direction and waiting rather impatiently for my personal fog to clear. She gave me the best advice a girl could give: to enjoy the fog and … Continue reading
Posted in FRANCE, SAVORING
Tagged alain ducasse, eggs, gougères, meringues, new years, nigel slater
14 Comments
Color Story #15: The Color of Cold
Blacks are black. Greys are infinite. The surprises are red and ochre and frosty sage. My toes lose feeling—it’s cold—but I’m distracted by a passing train and the beauty of ice hanging in the air over freshly turned clods of … Continue reading
Posted in AROUND US, COLOR, FRANCE
13 Comments
Musings of a Dish-washing Woman
Yes, the 25th of December was indeed Christmas. If there’d been any confusion about it, the stockings, gingerbread house, fly-away bits of wrapping, and abundant food would have clued you in. But I knew it was Christmas, really Christmas, when I stood … Continue reading
Canine Prayers etc.
Part I: The Department of Prayers I saw this posted inside the Duomo of Sant’Andrea (images posted below) in the beautiful mountain town of Carrara. It’s “The Dog’s Prayer” translated from Italian: Oh Lord of all creatures, see that man, my owner, … Continue reading
Postcard #33: Typical
[Sometimes the planets align, and you find yourself inhabiting a perfectly “typical” moment in a perfectly “typical” place. And so it was in this instance. Long September shadows. Cobblestone street. A chef outside his restaurant talking to a Mediterranean beauty. … Continue reading
The Instant Sunshine Cut & Paste Kit
I don’t know about you, but I need to apply my photoshop skills to real life. This winter is going to be long, and if we can’t mentally apply yellow where necessary, it could get rough.