Ice, Moon, Oatmeal, Peace
Beloved fed me oatmeal on this frigid morning, rich with raisins and cinnamon and topped with maple syrup. Love takes many forms—oatmeal is one—but the love itself is the fundamental nourishment we all crave. Nothing warms us more thoroughly. We ran outside several times last night, me bundled up and Beloved in his fuzzy robe […]