Katherine Sharpe is a writer living in Brooklyn. Read more about her here.
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These are the busiest weeks of the year, these couple before Christmas. I sort of like it. On Sunday, A— and I threw a clothing swap at our place. We had a dozen ladies over. She made cinnamon buns and I made tea sandwiches (Pernod-marinated fennel and green apple and minted radish, and lox and [...]
“Conducive to study” is what we’d have called a day like this back at Reed: tiny, pricking raindrops falling from the sky like cold needles, the whole outside a blanket of dampness and gray. It makes you want to go the the library, make a bright corner, keep dry with old books, and dose yourself [...]
My friend Anna, who works in the record industry, told me recently that hard economic times are traditionally thought to be good for record labels, because during recessions when people can’t buy large items, they indulge more in small ones, like records and CDs. Maybe, then, I will start a regular series about tiny acts [...]
This morning, something happened to me that was straight out of a kicky ’90s music video. Picture if you will: A brilliant fall morning. The young lady emerges from the door to her building, in her fall jacket, laptop bag clapping against one thigh, teacher-bag clapping against the other, and in her hands she’s balancing [...]
(Paraphrasing from some emails:) Mother: I harvested sixty pounds of fresh tomatoes from my garden! Daughter: Oh, I wish you could send me some. Mother:
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