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...
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...

1-17-2021

This isn’t some Sad Girl blog… Okay, maybe a little. But, like, some things are just sad right now. When I think about things overall, like- My green grapes being shitty because I couldn’t taste them prior to buying (I am turning into my mother), or how I’m...
1-4-2021

1-4-2021

Posole Recipe  I don’t know what love is. Oh, for crying out loud, quiet down. Of course I know what love is. I know what hearing “Momma” sounds like. I know how I feel when I trace the eyebrows of my babies as they fall asleep. I know the feeling of a transformative...
12-25-2020

12-25-2020

Disassociating is my toxic trait. A coping and survival mechanism I adapted as a child, became my go-to Emotion Weapon later on. It aids in the avoidance of feelings of hurt and betrayal, which can be good, but it also makes it challenging for me to maintain...

12-18-2020

Minestrone Recipe I haven’t cooked anything worth noting for a week- Until today. I sustain off taste-tests from work, bagged salad (yes, still), and half-drank cups of coffee that I only seem to get one or two hot sips from, despite it being housed inside of a Yeti....