A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Apparently A monster can be defined as, “an imaginary creature that is typically large, ugly, and frightening.” (Google) Except. We do not imagine them. They are not monumentally creatures. They are not always large and ugly. They are the things we do not want to face. This is why we are afraid. Apparently these cookies…
Years ago now, I made squash cookies. I remember freezing them so they would be out of sight. I remember you eating them from the freezer. My favorite moment was waking up in the middle of the night wondering where you were. I suppose I didn’t like that part, but rather, what I found: cookies…
Upon reflection, I see that, in many ways, I have hit the same note, every day, for years. In different ways. Some of them, simple. Every evening, through the darkening light from the windows [because I have never been the kind to always hit the switch when I should] spreading the contents of jars from…
Thinking in terms of: dust settling atop that which is not its endpoint– confetti collections on trees, and also other likely places, and unlikely places, then let them all drop / suddenly / finally / in some ways / lighter stripped of the things that may have weighed, I believe [my life is going to…
Days ago, I was standing in the coffee shop where I was hired to be a barista nearly four years ago. I was talking to a regular customer I’d bumped into. She caught me up on where she had been in her life that brought her to where I’d found her. Skeptics may interpret synchronicity…
As a Psychology major, it is appropriate for me to assert that I find astrology to be ripe with a certain something containing the letters B and S. That does not mean I am not guilty of, at one time or another, finding it fun to read about, though. And there was certainly a time…
