driftwood and twigs collected on countless beaches and a few deserts
today we will bury my father. he was larger than life, complicated, charismatic and the center of gravity for my large, boisterous, and loving romanian family. we have planned a beautiful and irreverent funeral. afterwards, we will drink martinis with extra olives. it will be just as he would have wished. everybody called him Papa. he will be terribly missed.
saint paul, minnesota
this puffball swelled from from a mini marshmallow, to a golf ball, to a baseball, to a softball, and just as my husband and son decided it was ripe to be cut into cubes, sauteed in butter, and served with pasta, the interior had begun to turn yellow-brown, a sure sign that the meaty fungus had started the process that would end with it looking like a leathery brown volcano of spores.
giant puffball, calvatia gigantea
my back yard, saint paul, mn