Growing up in a family where we only had 10 channels on the TV, chore lists that consisted of "prune the trees" or "help dad net blueberry patch and fix irrigation" and toothpaste that's main ingredient was a gunk of baking soda infused with peppermint, I can distinctly remember feeling quite different from everyone else. You never know what you truly are until you recognize what you're not, so those few moments when I got a taste of that thing called "normal" stuck with me. Needless to say, it involved food. Cereal, in fact.Read More
I'm really forcing it here-- I'm talking windows wide open and my fan cranked on blast, swiveling back and forth as if shaking a disapproving head at me. I am confused; the autumnal equinox came and passed and yet I'm still getting chic sweat stained streaks on my shirts along the crevice of my spine; I am impatient because it's now officially the socially acceptable time of year to blast out pumpkin and squash flavored treats and biscuits in my kitchen, so a little ignorantly I cranked the oven to 425 degrees and buttered, loved, massaged, herbed, stuffed and roasted a pretty little bird against better judgement.Read More
Boston's been happening.
It's a happening place, and it's happening to me. It's an interesting love affair- the kind you want to write about, but not only do words do little justice but you never know where to start or what to say or what to leave out (because I am a firm believer that sharing a secret with yourself is important. If you're not your own best friend, who else would want to be?)Read More