After quarantine months alone each day the same, the grocery a delight of colors, smells. Avocados and blood oranges, mounds of lettuces, bright lemons yellow and brown plantains. And all this bustle. Strangers amble up and down aisles, or hurry, disgusted or excited. Arguing, articulating a point with grand sweep of arms.      Hard … Continue reading BRIGHT FRUIT BY JEAN ANNE FELDEISEN