My son Zac published a note and recipe in the very fun book, “Tasty Pride: Seventy-five Recipes and Stories from the Queer Community.” He wrote: Growing up in an almost unnervingly progressive and accepting home meant that coming out was, well, underwhelming. My “Yep, I’m gay” moment unfurled over Chinese takeout. My mother asked, “Do… Continue Reading
It’s hard to live in a body. Even the healthiest among us faceplant on stairs, get sore throats, trip over shoe laces, scrape elbows, skin knees. Even “normal” bodies beg for pit stops on long car rides. There’s morning bedhead, bad hair days or full going bald. We all get sore feet with stinky toes… Continue Reading
I remember my grandmother, Memere, and her small beach cottage. We, “the kids,” would jump out of our Mercury wagon and she’d offer us half chocolate/half vanilla ice cream cups. Lots of her grandchildren –my siblings and cousins–gathered there. Big families mattered. We spilled the melted treat all over ourselves. Memere would wash our sticky… Continue Reading
Rest often feels like risk to me. Raised in the sixties and seventies with cries of “we can,” we powered into fights for rights and marches for progress for our collective hearts. “We can” and “we should” called us, with zealous urgency, to action. Our refrain was, “For humanity to grow more humane, we must… Continue Reading
View this post on Instagram Months ago, I had this idea to do a light hearted PieCaken for @goldbelly that celebrated the “United Cakes Of America” for the 4th of July. Now, I wonder how a frivolous cake fits in. I look at it as a blessing that the country is now loudly questioning the… Continue Reading
CREDITS
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License. Photoloni