Evening Storm

In Louisiana, it rains a lot.  In El Norte, not much. In fact, from November to February, there was one evening shower at my house. But one evening, I was caught in a storm. As I was getting ready to close the kitchen for the night, I realized that I didn't have enough coffee for…

PawPaw

Thirteen years. Today he's been gone for thirteen years. I remember digging potatoes from the cool, moist Louisiana silt on warm May afternoons, piling them up, gathering them into buckets. I remember cutting watermelons on the back porch on  June evenings, hearing the rind crack open, the summery-sweet scent of the fruit rising thickly  into…