Ode to Rice
My love for salt oil rice cannot be underestimated. In fact, I'm eating some right now as a mid-morning snack with some toasted pecans. I'll eat it again at lunch, with sautéed greens and farm-fresh eggs. And if I'm lucky enough to have anything left over, it might very well end up as a late-night snack, studded with seaweed flakes and sesame seeds.
Missing the Mark: Adventures in Leaving Homeschooling
Lockers slamming, a sea of backpacks and unfamiliar faces rushing through packed halls, and the overwhelming anxiety of not knowing where D wing was located...if ever there was a fish out of water, it's a homeschooler jumping headfirst into the shark-infested waters of middle school.
Stripping with Scissors
Confession: I’ve been stripping for about eight years. Stripping down furniture, to be precise. It’s funny; before I dove into the singular joy and challenge of upholstery, I thought strip as a verb was the sort of thing one definitely did WITHOUT children around. (And to be fair, the tack-pulling IS better left to adults!) But as they learn their warp from their weft, their bias from their grain, their tacks from their nailheads, my kids and I are learning more than a fun skill. We’re learning about recycling and reuse, about how to care for the environment, both the household one and the one whose air we all share. With each project we do together, we gain a sense of achievement, of ownership, and a knowledge that we’re capable to create and recreate almost anything our minds can imagine.
Found (by) Family: The Grafted Family Tree
Dear Mima and Mãe Tete, You’re the unexpected branches grafted into my family tree. Or maybe I’m the new one in yours. Either way, what's true is that even though we didn't start out as family, we ended up there. We don’t need DNA tests or marriage certificates to prove these bonds. Geneticists and genealogists may disagree, but in my mind, we’re forever family.
Sonnets from Brazilian Portuguese: M-16
When the sky is bluest, I often think of the summer I nearly lost my soul but for a stranger who braved death and stole
Take a break, y'all.
Happy birthday, Geminis! As you enter your birthday season, it’s a great time to take stock, to slow down before the wild ride that is the rest of the year. As someone living under a mutable, changeable sign, switching things up shouldn't feel too difficult. You're all about novelty. You are the end of spring and the beginning of summer, a time when all that’s been growing in secret bursts out and flowers.
Gado-Gado Inspiration Bowl
I discovered gado-gado in a dog-eared copy of The Moosewood Cookbook I picked up in college. Although it’s an unapologetically vegetarian cookbook, when I bought it, I was decidedly NOT. I had grown up in a household that consumed something like five hundred pounds of potatoes a year and had an entire chest freezer devoted to meat. Vegetables other than potatoes appeared as garnishes to the real stars of the plate: meat, meat, more meat, and potatoes. Salads consisted of shredded carrots and iceberg lettuce that was starting to brown. When I got to college, I tried to live off of boxed cereal and pizza for a long time. Not ideal.
white light contains all the colors: we learn this in science class, watching a prism split a beam. as light bounces off an object to enter our eyes,