6-24-2021

6-24-2021

When I am hungry for my mother, I find myself making a peanut butter and jelly. Not because I remember her making them on homemade bread (she didn’t) or because she made her jam (she didn’t), but because it was her signature love-move.  And to be fair, my mother was a...
3-29-2021

3-29-2021

The truth is, I’ve been wanting to write but I’ve struggled naming or placing my feelings aside from fragmented bits of information. The extent of my articulating feels like watching ink run down a page, so… There’s that. There’s a finality to writing things...
2-16-2021

2-16-2021

It’s 5:03 and I’m splashing water on my face, ritualistic, willing it to revive me. Is that… barf? In the toilet? Who barfed? I ask Scarlett if she was feeling okay and she responds, very casually, that she threw up last night but she’s fine. It’s fine. She...
2-2-2021

2-2-2021

I’ve been forced to sit down and really examine somethings lately, but especially the way I subscribe to exhaustion = Doing It Right aka Success, but also… Not really having a choice. From the time I settled into a stay-at-home parent role, I was the...

1-20-2021

12, Big Ass Chocolate Chip Cookies You won’t get nutrition information from me. Not calories, not a macro breakdown, not whether or not something I make is “keto friendly” (surprise, it’s not!) I’ll tell you about allergens, because allergens = health. Weight doesn’t...