The Black-Lacquered Bowl
The black-lacquered bowl spins on the tile, unbroken from its fall. This dish, with its rosewood red innards, flies out of my soapy hands, hits the kitchen window and drops to the floor. Perhaps, like a blackbird, it doesn’t see the glass in its way. I first meet the black-lacquered bowl when my husband serves… Read more The Black-Lacquered Bowl