Segregated Knives

Published on: February 12, 2013February 13, 2013 by Missy O'Brien 2 Comments

I’d gone to the Farmer’s Market and had a wonderful time swanning through the booths in an impossible, eccentric and beautiful sunhat my husband gave me. I carried an environmentally-correct canvas tote full of fresh beans and cucumbers, and had a huge bouquet of fresh fragrant dill in my...

Lost Love’s Labors

Published on: February 11, 2013February 12, 2013 by Missy O'Brien

“If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.” Twelfth Night, Act 1, scene 1, 1-3 In truth, forsooth, Duke Orsino’s strategy here isn’t worth a damn — the notion that we can cure ourselves...