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…

Tylonal, Tires, a Truckload of Crap, and Other Things to be Thankful For

I might have mentioned before that I miss my family and love when they are around. The planning was minimal, consisting mainly of pubs, touring the local grocery stores to show them my favorite snacks, and the odd day trip fitting in before school pick ups. The last time I was childless with my parents…

A Letter to My Favorite Jeans

Dear Pants, You will have noticed that your world is exceedingly dark these days. You will also have noticed that you have been relocated to a box in which your days will be exceedingly darker. Apologies. Let me explain. No. There is too much. Let me sum up... I was informed I'd be moving. I…

Aloha

Hawaii is widely acknowledged as paradise. And of course it's beautiful. It's fantastically beautiful and fantastically strange. I arrived here with the generic Hawaii expectations: Hula girls, ukuleles, beaches, drinks with little umbrellas in them. But I also arrived with my bad attitude and reluctance to give even a rat's ass about any of it,…