Leah Eskin

New is nice. Though fleeting. New flashes crisp color, clean edge, sharp scent. Consider the brief brilliance of the fresh crayon, smooth lipstick, blank notebook, taut wallet. Consider the pearly...

Skiing puts you in mind of fluffy snow, sunny afternoon and drifts of whipped cream adrift on hot chocolate. So when you are invited to a mountain redoubt, you doubt...

We had a vegetarian for dinner. Not as the main course, but as guest. He was amiable. And flexible. Not that he tolerated meat, or seafood or fish. Or even...

Clarity is a state we all seek. Even butter. True, the creamy condiment has achieved much: befriended bread, thickened sauce, enriched souffle, crowned potato. But at times, alone in the...

The snowy day must be spent outside, upside down, rushing downhill, fast. It's padded by an itchy hat clumped with ice balls. Dark gathers early; by then, each wrist has...

The sword sees remarkably little action. Despite its menacing looks and noble reputation, it spends most of its time confined to the museum's glass case or the comic strip's battle...

Sticky toffee pudding isn't. It's not sticky. It harbors no toffee. And it shares none of the soft-bellied, spoon-friendly qualities of a pudding. It's a little cake, studded with dates...

My dog is an animal. He growls at the innocent. He barks at the friendly. He lunges at the next-door cat, releasing himself from my grip and my arm from...