avocado makes me smile. it’s bright, fresh, creamy, and filling. it’s the first “big people food” we feed our babies, and my a-girl and i could eat it every morning, halved and drizzled with balsamic vinegar, and spooned from…
we sat across from each other at a decades-old wooden picnic table, the physical barrier a symbol of the heart-barrier between us. it was hot; i hate being hot and i hate sweating, more. i hate being angry with…
it’s like torture to untie myself from the computer, or from a good book, or from a new recipe. sometimes i get settled into my chair and focused on other worlds or new ideas for writing or a photography…