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?