When Jon proposed in a bookstore last summer, I slid my hand into his and said “yes” as readily as I would any question posed by a beloved…
rolling waves of flavordo more than calmthe hungry mouth and soul.they nourish the cellswho speak to the body“when you eat these dripping greensI am happy.I am whole.” such…
I grew up in a farmhouse in Ireland where my mother baked every day. Tarts and crumbles and homemade bread, using apples from the orchard, rhubarb from the…
I’ve always been an early riser. When I was a kid, I would wake up before everyone else, blinking into the dark, and creep out of pitch-black rooms…
Broken glass, dinner plates left uneaten, Mirrors only good for showing me what I Already knew. The young years, the naïve years. Thinking, this will be the last…
I’ve never officially been diagnosed with an eating disorder, but I am a human American woman with immigrant parents and, when I was growing up, I obtained most…