As a young poet, I was a foot-tapper, a nail-biter, an arm drummer and an insomniac. Couldn’t keep still, couldn’t be bothered for a…
Although I’m a voracious consumer of food writing – endlessly pouring over the musings and advice of famous critics, chefs, gourmands, and diet-gurus –…
What is more important than food, other than shelter? On the whole grand scheme of things, sex isn’t even important. Traveling, now at the…
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again.…
“It’s Penny, right?” “Yep. That’s me. Quarters, nickels, dimes, and Penny. When you get old, you need sayings to remind you,” says the woman,…
Dear Guy Who Made My Avocado Turkey Sandwich, I’m a nice person. I’m easy to please. When I requested an avocado turkey sandwich on…
Like my kale, I’m very high maintenance. I too am quite bitter until I’m massaged. But I’m much more a chicken wing, easy, greasy,…
Bread Is Not the Devil It turns out refined grains are making us fat. It has been noted that the staff of life has…
In my mother’s kitchen, comida is the cure for wanderlust. It is soul food for the family that gathers patiently around her thighs as…