JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

Last week I wrote a poem from my frustration, a night spent tossing and turning, this torture self-inflicted by my dessert. It had been a Bad Day and I had tried to redeem it later, when the kids were in bed, with bits of a dark chocolate bar and sips of locally grown raspberry wine. […]

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Sun shining. Radio playing loud. Vivaldi and Tchaikovsky. Triangles of light break through the windows. Shards shattering our winter lethargy. Abigail, wearing roses and violets, prances and turns to the music. She lifts up her arms as if to declare victory. She stops her dance to say it has happened: Spring has come.

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I hold the bowl in my hand. It is clay glazed the color of sand. It feels heavy but the walls are light: thin curves. More graceful than any one I ever made on the wheel. I don’t know what happened to the family who gave it to us. We used to go for walks […]

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In The Bremerton Sun’s Bainbridge paper was an article – edited from a longer feature – about islanders who eat vegan. What interested me the most was how romance played a part in the diet choice – reminding me of a blog dialogue Jay McCarthy and I had last month about food. Jay mentioned that […]

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She holds the tube up to her eye. Red. It glitters. With a crystal ball at the end. To break her world into pieces. My baby laughs. And looks. What does she see?

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