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....