What Doesn’t Kill You The mulberry leaves have faded to a papery yellow, again. We’ve almost lost this plant twice—rescuing it from dehydration ( Have you watered it? No, I thought you had?),  only to see it washed out in the Summer storms. I’ve been feeding it diluted nutrients slowly, slowly, until its pale veins coursed with green, and its foliage softened and flushed with colour. Looking closer, I see tiny buds sprouting from the stalks. I rub a leaf between my fingers—gl

I make egg salad on my lunch break. This reminds me of Saturday lunches with my grandmother in her rose garden. I sing Pat Benatar in the...