Freshly Made Fruit Cake, by Rabih MadiThe Architecture of Memory
Why do we feel the need to preserve the fleeting, as if we could anchor a moment to the earth before it dissolves into the ether? We gather the harvest, we prepare the table, and we mark the passage of time with rituals of consumption and creation.…
Freshly Made Biscotti, by Rabih MadiThe Warmth of Small Things
Dear reader, I have been thinking about the way we measure the passage of time. We often look for it in the grand shifts—the changing of seasons, the graying of hair, the turning of a decade. But I think time is actually kept in the quiet,…
The Weight of Water
The river does not hurry, yet it arrives. We spend our lives trying to hold the water in our cupped hands, forgetting that to hold it is to stop it. To stop it is to lose the very thing we sought to keep. There is a particular ache in watching…