Sherrie Flick

Archive for December 2008

Four-seeded molasses bread.

December 29, 2008

After dessert and coats and goodbyes at the door, they walked to cars that beeped as they opened, drove home on the glistening summer roads, told themselves the static on the radio would soon subside.

December 27, 2008

Hazelnut biscotti for my mom, Christmas Day.

December 25, 2008

Pecan pie for Rick, Christmas Eve.

December 24, 2008

Tim pressed the post-it between his tiny canine lips, trotted through the living room, up the stairs, jumped onto the bed, and looked out the window—worried that he’d missed his chance.

December 22, 2008

Stove-top espresso maker coffee, Virginia Center for the Creative Arts.

December 12, 2008

The drizzle, it didn’t depress Katy so much as condense her into something small and incompetent.

December 11, 2008