Enter The Void

In eighteen years, I’ve moved fourteen times. Some of the moves have been short, cross-town ventures, but many have been big moves from one part of the country to the other. There is always a sense of not-knowing that lingers in the air at the close of every old apartment door, every old cubical desk…

Cookies and Sentimental Feelings

It’s Thanksgiving Eve and although I’ve been making strides to eat healthier, I am in my kitchen making my Grandmother’s nothing-but-unhealthy-no-bake cookies.  These are ugly, amoeba shaped, brown blobs with enough sugar, butter, and chocolate to make Paula Deen choke.  But, I have come to realize the holidays are not the holidays without these sinfully…