July 22, 2011

Today makes five years without my father, a number that seems at once impossibly long and then, not long enough.

In keeping with my original plan, I have posted a new essay today, instead of a recipe.  Given the nature of today’s date, I chose a piece about my father’s death.  The essay is called “Sonata” and you can find it here.  (You can also click directly to the essay page from the blog’s masthead.)

Many thanks to those of you who took the time to read and offer feedback on the last essay; I am very grateful to have such a generous and encouraging audience.


PS–This picture is of my parents in India, five summers ago, in their socks at the Taj Mahal.  Aren’t they the cutest?


  1. beautifully written. thank you for sharing. it’s a moment we fear but need to be ever-so-present in. i will remember this.

    Comment by h — July 22, 2011 @ 8:38 am

  2. N, I haven’t read your essay yet but I just have to tell you: When I saw this photograph I gasped. The resemblance! I see you so clearly in him. Wish I could hug you right now.

    Comment by Jess — July 22, 2011 @ 9:03 am

  3. I was there, and not there. Your words take me right back. Prayers and love to you, a very good writer and a very good friend, this day and every day.

    Comment by Katherine — July 22, 2011 @ 9:51 am

  4. h–thank you for reading. I’m really glad to know the piece resonated with you in such a way.

    Jess–oh, I love that you saw him in me. hugs back at you (and the tiny girl!)

    Katherine–thank you, my friend. you & your family are so much tangled in those memories, and gratefully so–they are a point of light in it all.

    Comment by Blue Jean Gourmet — July 24, 2011 @ 7:50 pm

  5. I enjoyed reading your guest column on Memphis. In my 33 years here at UOM, Memphis has changed may be about 6-7 times. Memphis is an interesting joyful place.

    I knew your father well. I did read the essay on him as well. Where is your Mom now?


    Comment by Prof. Satish Mehra — July 25, 2011 @ 3:55 pm

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