From birthday to birthday, there are cakes. One cake for each year of life. That’s my birthday tradition, and it continued in a full-on, chocolate-hazelnut force as I hit the big 3-3.
A letter to my niece, Remi June, to be opened on her 18th birthday: Dear Remi June, They say “you can’t choose your family,” but I was lucky in that I chose yours. I fell for a handsome Urban Farmer with a big heart, deep convictions and one of the best laughs I have ever heard. (I think it comes… Keep Reading
I hung my head in disgust and shame despite the fresh baked smell of chocolate and peppermint. Every attempt to salvage the ugliness before me had failed. The expensive, pink artisanal marshmallows looked like melted mozzarella- good on a pizza, bad on a brownie, and the chocolate drizzle was more like a chocolate drench, muddying the already mystifying marshmallows. The… Keep Reading
The truck inched around the tight bend of the parking garage. It seemed to have swallowed several other trucks in the process, making each maneuver hinge on the impossible. Valets attempted to corral drivers who wouldn’t be able to handle parking lots on a slow day. Once inside the grocery store, darting from one aisle to the other felt like… Keep Reading
In my early twenties, I treated myself to several luxuries I didn’t fully appreciate in the midst of my looming life questions and self-imposed stresses. One of my afternoon indulgences was to visit the main Carnegie Library, buy a coffee and just lose myself to the extensive magazine collection- everything from fashion, to food, to architecture, page after page, sip… Keep Reading