November 2012

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Thursday Things

Taken in that golden hour when everything feels right. I talked to Maren earlier, the fullness of my heart still shining. I rowed in the basement, the low light of autumn dancing through the trees and in my eyes. Blaring Strange Days on the hi-fi as I stretched on the stairs, I caught the glimmer of glass shards, remnants of Tuesday’s broken bottle. One hollow bounce before shape shifting.

Birds and cats beckoned, more of that exquisite light, too, crowding the tight spaces before a bounteous explosion. I ate cereal and read, squinting. Rain is coming.

Silence reigns and is filled with all that I cannot capture. This softness, this gratitude, this love.



Hello there. It’s been a while since I’ve shared a recipe. Summer, maybe? That raspberry cake, I think. How do those food bloggers do it, recipes galore? I am a long playing record on repeat. Drop the needle in the groove and watch me spin and spin until I start all over again. I like spinning. Twirling. Dancing. Laughing. And eating, especially meals like this.

The hubster and I have made a concerted effort, as of late, to further reduce our carbon footprint. Since our house is already chilly, he rides a bicycle to work most days, and I border on fanatical when it comes to recycling, composting, buying in bulk, organic, and all that jazz, eating less meat was the next logical step. We’re mostly weekend breakfast carnivores these days. The pull of chicken apple sausage and the spatter and hiss of bacon like water at the oasis. So a multitude of veggies, grains, and beans, oh, and cheese.

For this meal, I sauteed mushrooms and thinly sliced fennel bulb to perfection. A pinch of salt, grind of pepper, and a few fresh rosemary leaves the only seasoning. Piled on French toast dotted with melted brie. Drizzled with a teeny bit of syrup. A side of flageolets with a touch of butter and salt. Dinner, brunch, breakfast, anyone? Come on over!


There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

John Steinbeck


The Man

My heart

out of its cave




sun and wind and rain

his penetrating gaze.

Grisly protrusions

frayed edges

gaping holes

clumsily bound:

baling wire


and glue.

He does not look away

nor chide

nor shame

nor laugh.


he lies next to me


my rhythm


from my eyes


the crawling of ants

the growing of grass

the whisper of trees

secret after secret.

A smile

before plucking

my flawed beating muscle

and returning it

with a surgeon’s precision

all knowing.

Colleen Sohn





Guten Tag!

Buenos Dias!




Ni hao!

Why the international greetings?

You can now buy the Kindle Edition of Polite Society, from right here in the U.S.A. to Canada, the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Spain, Japan, Italy, India, and China.

I am nearly bereft of words to describe the sensation, save these three:

exciting, surreal, relieved.

There are still hard cover copies available, as well.

Have a stellar week!


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