Quince

Last week I walked into the dining room and saw these flowers a friend had left. Right away I remembered this poem, and a time long ago when I first discovered quince. I said, “I love you.” You said, “I brought fresh quince,” and you spliced it...

Joyce’s Ambassador

I wrote the first version of this essay about ten years ago, and revised it recently. This harkens back to my college days at San Francisco State.¬†Photos by Peggy Sue Ameson, 1984. Whenever St. Patty’s Day rolls around, I think of my old boyfriend Patrick Quinn....