From the age of about 14, I’ve been convinced that I am not very good at writing. That’s funny, or at least, ironic, because I’m kind of, sort of, a writer. I write a lot of things for a lotRead more…
Stirring the batter: an anxious child bakes a cake
A story about women, cooking, and emotional deprivation In my childhood home the kitchen was forbidden. What went on in there to create food was somewhat of a mystery to me. I was aware that pots and pans were involvedRead more…
Wearing your birthday suit
First Public Appearance You were born naked. Pink and screaming, covered in amniotic juices. The nice midwife and doctor washed your bare skin. They wrapped you up tightly and handed you to your mother. That was your first naked publicRead more…