In Which My Cooking Knocks Some Socks Off

"If you could do anything -- forget intelligence, physical skill, money, or talent -- if you could do whatever you wanted and it would work, what would you do?" my mom asked. I sat on the periwinkle painted iron gliding bench thing, the kind that leaves weird designs all over your thighs when you wear…

“So, I kicked him in the balls”: A Vaccine Story

The thing about living on a farm and doing exactly none of the work is that I'm 0% invested. I get to gaze out my window at galloping horses, drive down a winding road fluttering with apple blossoms and waving pink cherry trees, and smile at the new baby lambs that keep appearing on my…

We Put the ER in Peter Pan

It's Lent and we're all giving up stuff. Work, birthday parties, school, playgroups, more than one package of toilet paper in the cupboard at a time, confidence in our government, overseas visits from family anticipated with joy and excitement... There is a sudden deficiency where there was once abundance. And we don't like it. I…

Roll Initiative

I've been tasked with writing a Dungeons and Dragons adventure for my family. (Nearly every word about this sentence would have given me pause 20 years ago.) The stratosphere of social coolness levels aside, D&D is a complex game. There are lots of charts. Mathematics are involved. One finds oneself saying things like, "What a…

Fight Manager

This is to be the last year of my 30s. Which doesn't really bother me. But I'm becoming more and more acutely aware that no matter how blithe my attitude toward fitness, how youthful my culinary choices ( #tatertots), or how in touch with fashion my In Style keeps me, the fact is: aging is…