Shoot for the Maca"roon"
Baking requires patience, precision, and organization...none of which come to me naturally. Whatsoever. So why I thought it was a good idea to try to bake macarons - widely accepted as one of the most difficult home baked treats - is a bit of a chin scratcher. I never used to bake; before the pandemic, I rarely cooked a meal, let alone bake desserts from scratch. If I was feeling fancy I would maybe pop open a box of brownie mix, but I certainly never dreamed of trying to make anything on my own. Ironically, I do love watching cooking shows; but I’ve always found everything to be so intimidating. I always told myself I didn’t have the time or the skill level to even bother trying.
I push hard against the water, willing every muscle in my body to move as quickly as it can. I am fast, but the Monster is faster.
Love, Life, and Chocolate Cake
They are twenty-six. She stands behind him in line at a sandwich shop, but she doesn’t take notice of him at all. Her gurgling stomach reflects the only thing on her mind - she’s starving.
Goodbye, Ol' Bessie
On a warm and humid summer night, Elizabeth lay on the floor of her family’s old barn. She watched the stars twinkle against an inky-blue sky through cracks in the roof, and listened to the typical nighttime sounds. There was a never ending hum of cicadas in the surrounding trees, accompanied by the occasional hoot of an owl. Inside the barn was mostly quiet, save for rustling of hay as the goats periodically made themselves more comfortable, and the soft breathing of the various animals around her.
"So how did your parents tell you that you were adopted?” It’s the first thing I’m asked, almost every time. Hollywood would have you believe that there has to be some big, dramatic production; that they sit you down on your 18th birthday, and reveal they've been hiding something from you your entire life.
Tamina loved walking through the city in the dead of night. After the cleaning crews wrapped up their last office tower, but before the early rising commuters made their way back into town, there was a small window of time where she could truly be alone. She’d walk along the sidewalks lost in thought, weaving around the skyscrapers and apartment buildings, businesses with the lights completely turned off, rarely seeing another soul. The only sound that reached her ears was the soft thud of her shoes hitting the pavement, occasionally drowned out by the far off hum of a solar panel inverter. Streetlights welcomed her into their soft glow every few hundred feet, and in between she’d look up and admire the vast sky of stars above her.