A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
We used to go out there all the time: Elliot and I. Elliot was goofy but good. Really good. We were both goofy, together. Always together. So much so, that our families used to joke that we saw each other more than our parents, even though we lived under different roofs. They were right though, I did spend more time with Elliot than them. He was my childhood. They joked to cope with their guilt in being absent...all four of ’em.
The Beautiful Entrapment
Jude “You did it.” My jaw drops open with shock. A bead of sweat is gathered on my hairline, slowly making its way to my bushy eyebrows. I can feel my pulse getting slower and slower with relief. My hands are beginning to regain feeling. After all this time, I was starting to lose hope.
Creating an Allergy-Friendly Platform
“To be a good cook you have to have a love of the good, a love of hard work, and a love of creating.” –Julia Child Over the past year, I have had changes to my diet that have made eating difficult. It can be an isolating feeling to not be able to eat out with friends, eat a company lunch, or stop for a bite on the road. That, and it’s also exhausting.
This is our world. Where your mistakes are counted, your love is forbidden, and you are constantly paying a price to live. There was a time when this wasn’t the case, though it was so long ago I can barely remember it. I can no longer speak freely, but what does it even mean to speak freely? Even if I could speak freely, what would I have to say? I don’t have my own ideas or values...I know I’m thinking as part of the collective, but how could I not? I have gotten comfortable–well, maybe not comfortable–but I guess, used to this world. I don’t know any other way to live.