Family

Happy, Joyous, and No, Not Free. Not Yet.

A Love Letter to My Mother

Jan 1 •

I Am A Minimalist

AKA Please don’t get me anything. I don’t like stuff.

Dec 24, 2024 •

LGBTQ+ People Are Not Going Back

Merry Have We Met and Merry Have We Been • Merry Let Us Part and Merry Meet Again

Dec 3, 2024 •

Pass the Stuffing

A Thanksgiving to remember.

Nov 27, 2024 •

Don’t Paint the Kitchen Green

Nov 20, 2024 •

If You’re Afraid of Butter, Use Cream

The day I waited on Julia Child. Yes, that Julia Child.

Oct 9, 2024 •

Not A Peep Out Of You!

Passover in North Miami Beach, 1982.

Aug 14, 2024 •

This Is Going to Hurt Me More Than It Hurts You

When a dinner party goes awry.

Jun 19, 2024 •

My first time gambling, with my dad...

Jun 12, 2024 •

The Children I Never Had

The idea of parenting alone felt impossible.

May 15, 2024 •

A Daily Dose of Radical Acceptance and Joy

I begin to learn by practicing with my girl; she teaches me tenderness.

May 1, 2024 •

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