When I was growing up, the Childhood BFF and I were inseparable. We met in preschool, and soon enough I was taking weekend refuge at her house–the home of an only child…
Month: April 2010
Mom’s Roast Chicken
When I was in high school, one of my best friends, the Violist, had an ongoing struggle with artichokes. She loved them, and whenever they featured on a menu, she wanted to…
La question de demenagement
In 2003, I flew to France for a week, and when I came back, it was 2004. It happens every year–this year, New Years was spent gorging on grapes (a Spanish tradition)…
On a scale of one to ten…
Growing up, this was my father’s favorite phrase. “On a scale of one to ten, how do you think you did on that test?” “On a scale of one to ten, how…
Spring Has Sprung
I tend not to do things the way I was supposed to. You’re supposed to stay at home for high school; I went away. You’re supposed to go to college and live…
Ceci n’est pas un bol de pâtes…
For those of you who have forgotten your French/took Spanish/don’t know about the juxtapositional Magritte painting, what I’ve written above translates to, “This is not a bowl of pasta.” And it’s not….