When the pandemic started, I stopped brushing my teeth in the morning. I don’t know why. Well, I do, though. I rationalized it a little like this: I am working from home. No one sees me. I won’t eat breakfast until 10. I need lots of coffee in the mornings, so I don’t want to ruin my coffee with toothpaste. And so on. I would … Continue reading The 460th Day of March 2020
When I bake, I think of my mother. My mother is not necessarily a baker, but her love and persistence with cooking in general instilled in me at a very young age a deep need to create and connect with people through food. I also think of my father’s mother Emma, who was indeed a prolific baker, but whom I did not get to see … Continue reading Precious Things
I had my last drink six years ago yesterday. What a weird feeling, weird thing to say. It feels weird. I wonder if that’s how it just…feels. Like the further you get away from feeling like you need that drink, the more foreign even saying “I don’t drink” feels. It’s not like it feels wrong to say, it is just a part of me, a … Continue reading Six
You can never know when you wake up that this will be the day you have to put your dog to sleep. Millions of paragraphs have been written about losing those that we love, but nothing will seem to resonate with you on this day. No one else can possibly understand what the pit of your stomach feels like as you make all the motions … Continue reading Dogs. Death. Drinks. Devotion.
The twisted beauty of a garage is that as long as you keep the door closed, no one really has any idea of what kind of mess is behind it. Continue reading My Garage: Metaphor for Life