The pandemic has meant some level of loss for all of us. A growing number have been weathering the devastating loss of a loved one and/or a job, or not hugging family and friends in a year or more. I am grateful that my losses have been mere inconveniences: no…

The first thing I ever made for human consumption was lemon bars. I was around 5 or 6 years old. They were a big hit and I made them throughout childhood. While I’m now partial to chocolate anything, even the sight of lemon bars evokes feelings of youth, accomplishment and…

Why did I pick now to start writing again? I’ve been contemplating this for months. It seems absurd to return to writing when I have a full time job, am studying French and training for a yet to be determined summer adventure. But writing, or any creative endeavor, is like…

I sit here writing, on New Year’s Eve 2020, with a bandaged finger from the last (I hope) of 2020’s gifts. The moment is filled with irony. I cut myself tonight while making a dinner. This task has served as a meditation in a chaotic year, and a way to…