The fear of my father is transforming, evolving, not less in fear, but growing in it, producing a fruit, of sorts.
Some years back, I started writing a cookbook because so many younger clients on my fertility website had no idea how to shop, store, and cook affordable food. A lot of families around the...
Board Game Symposium: Why don’t I play games with these gorgeous beasts I gave birth to? Am I just a bad mother? I think the answer is probably yes…
Chantal Akerman’s 1975 masterpiece is a nail biting Hitchcockian thriller about housework. Really.
Chef Boyardee meant home and mom’s cooking and family being together. It WAS one of the Good Things, in a childhood that had a number of Bad Things in it for me.
Symposium: Friday nights meant getting some pizza at the plaza and going home and eating it in front of the television instead of eating it at the table.
So, why was I standing in a gas station convenience store next to the hot pizza slices promising never to eat pizza again?
There’s a haunting beauty in these old cemeteries. It’s the new ones that creep me out.
There’s a German word, Kummerspeck, which literally means “Grief-bacon” and is used to refer to the weight you put on while grieving.
Realizing that since all humans must eat, food can be the most unifying things
History has been something that my father has given me with very little in return; not simply because I don’t want to give back to that tradition, but because I haven’t yet had the life to lead which gives to the story of my family and of mankind as a whole.