By day, I'm a cooking teacher, foster parent, cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is that of a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.
What Happened To Simone Biles
Simone Biles withdrew from the team final competition for the Tokyo Olympics after completing one vault. What this meant: in Olympic team gymnastics, each team is made up of four athletes, but only three of them compete on each event. This way athletes like Suni Lee, who is the best uneven bars worker in the world, may only compete on one or two events where the US is historically weakest (see: bars) but all-arounders like Biles can compete on all four events.
I’m sitting on the porch in a heat so still it chokes. I’m only out here because I ran out of cool spots on the kitchen tile to sprawl on and wandered out in a daze. The kitchen faucet spews lukewarm. We don’t have air conditioning. I’m sitting with one leg over the side of the porch rocking chair, unfurling myself like a sail made of overalls and unlaced boots.
I hate the pea shoots. I hate the tiny, feathery carrot tops. I hate the garlic sprouts. Looking at the tops of the radishes peeking out of the soil makes me want to sob into the dirt until I’ve salted everything and it all dies.
Things We Know About Sharks
Mara thumped her head lightly against the wall behind the toilet. She felt an insistent tug at her ankle and moved her foot to tug back against the string wrapped around her ankle. The tail snaked under the sizable gap in the bathroom door. The therapist had suggested it once Shoshanna was too old to go into the bathroom with her - a way to handle her periodically exhausting separation anxiety.
The Box It Came In
Gemma raced around the house, snatching toys off the couch, ripping clothes off the backs of the kitchen chairs, and trying to pretend the sink would magically empty itself while she wasn’t looking. She’d spent all day yesterday cleaning. How did a house with just one mom and just one toddler manage to self-destruct overnight?
Crack and Whisk
Kaya fixed her gaze on the torn spot on the padded wall. Was it shaped more like a mouth, or like a moon? What was the difference between a mouth and a moon, shapewise? Did it matter? She hugged her knees to her chest.
Basha’s stall smelled the way it always had: comfort and dust, soiled straw and the particular low-grade dread of a daily chore. Trina let her gaze wander the barn, letting each familiar stall and tool settle her. She noticed, with some satisfaction, that though the barn had been recently repainted, the painter had skipped the spot on the stall door that marked a succession of years and heights. Some people measured their kids in the house. Trina’s parents marked the passing of ages and inches in the place she felt most at home.
Here is a beautiful sight - a busy worker at a klobasa stand, the Czech's mighty response to the pitiful American hot dog. These things are large and delicious, and I never, ever want to know what's in them. You can choose to eat them in a soft bun, or plain on a paper plate, with a slice of chleba (bread) to sop up the grease and mustard.