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.
Five Questions to Ask Yourself Before Becoming A Foster Parent
I’ve been a foster parent for five years, which is both longer than many foster parents last in the system, and a drop in a very big bucket. My partner and I have seen over a dozen kids through our home, some only for one night, and some for months at a time. With every kid, I’ve learned more than I ever thought my brain or my heart could hold.
Pantry 911! I ordered five bananas and my shopper brought me five bunches. What do I do with them?? Pantry 911! Does anyone know what might fix this chili? It's not terrible, but I just don't feel like eating it. It's boring.
All Wing and No Prayer
Gemini baby: all flight and cleverness, all wing and no prayer. You trust the universe more than most - you're willing to risk a little disaster in exchange for grand adventure, willing to risk a little heartbreak for a chance at an epic love, and willing to leave a situation that isn't working for you anymore.
The Right Way To Have a Foster Shower
Every time I see a post or a story about someone hosting a “foster shower,” I cringe. I can’t help it. What is a foster shower? Ostensibly, it’s an effort to welcome a new child into a foster home. Or it’s a way for family and friends to offer support to a soon-to-be-growing family. Gifts are common, as with baby showers, plus gift cards and money for the coming expenses.
crumble for a small crowd
I learned to cook in a student-run kitchen in college. We served one dinner to about sixty students each week. I started at the lowest spot on the ladder - onion-chopping detail - and gradually worked my way up to a head chef position, which I held for several years.
I can’t find the image now, but there used to be this flier full of phone numbers that got posted and passed around. There seemed to be help for everything — places to get food, help with housing, getting health insurance, mental health services, even things like diapers and clothes.
I came late to the adult coloring game. I watched the proliferation of hyper-detailed coloring books (some featuring amusing levels of elaborate profanity), the fancy sets of markers, and the inevitable thinkpieces about why Millennials seemed to be so into coloring books these days. (The dominant theories seemed to be that either we're so infantilized by our participation-trophy upbringings that we're desperately clinging to our childhoods, or that the adult life of the average Millennial has been so laden with national traumas - 9/11, the 2008 recession, the pandemic - that we're desperately clinging to our childhoods.)
In Love and Rage
My bright star, some believe that gender is two precarious cliffs connected by tightrope. That the crossing is both