Food off my plate

It’s like a second skin that you slip back into after many moons have passed. You see him as part of a group gathering, this man you shared a small part of your young life with. And he still carries your bag to the car. You turn to find it, spinning, wondering where it went….

Hand me a carrot. And by that I mean a carrot cupcake.

I just ate a small coconut ice cream cone. And now my stomach hurts. Which makes me think of a friend. That didn’t quite come out right, did it? Let’s try again. My friend is a nutritionist. She has, for as long as I’ve known her (many decades) eaten like a rabbit. A vegetarian, she…

Finding your inner Italian sports car

It began so uninspiringly, in the dentist’s chair. He had just adjusted a crown for me, as I’d been having some jaw pain. “I think we were just a millimeter or so off on your bite, but that’s enough to cause the pain,” he said. He joked that my then husband was built like a…

“Mewwy Kwiffmuff”

I heard her before I saw her in the crowded store. “Man, those chips look good! I think I need to get me some of those,” she exclaimed. My son had just thrown a bag of Tostitos Scoops into our cart, an item I had forgotten but needed for a dip I was making. We…