Rena Shapiro
- Dec 18, 2020
The Conquest of Bread
When I walk downstairs on a typical Sunday, I am enveloped by the warm, comforting smell of baked grain, a freshly arrived guest from...
Rena Shapiro
- Nov 26, 2020
Hoping for Fire
It’s in my interest to become a hopeless romantic, but hopelessness was never an acquaintance.
Rena Shapiro
- Aug 29, 2020
Broccoli and Ego
I skipped down the stairs hurriedly to meet my parents at the dinner table on our backyard porch. Rounding the glass circle-on-legs...
Rena Shapiro
- Apr 24, 2020
Memorial in Spring
April flies in each year with a cape of marbled pink and white on its shoulders. The outstretched limbs of magnolia and cherry blossom...
Rena Shapiro
- Oct 12, 2019
Blackberry Hunting
I was walking with Jasmeen in the grassy fields beyond the lake. We had brought a plastic container to collect wild blackberries in. We...
Rena Shapiro
- Sep 23, 2019
Thunderstorm
I rise from the electronic portal of distractions splayed on my bedside like an extra sheet kicked off in the night. Summer's hot, damp,...