Pass salt, pepper of loss
I swam in the beautiful bay water three times that day. Salt on skin does wonders. Six of us had a sundown dinner on the roof, with a homemade almond cake a la creme and fruit for dessert, a ferry and lighthouse in the distance. Everyone around the table at the house party was a true-blue friend. Some I’d known forever, so it seemed. Our host created a spell, a consoling space of light in these times. My spirits suddenly took flight once we left Washington and crossed the silver Chesapeake Bay Bridge. The Eastern Shore land, with corn growing on all sides, held a promise that ...