I won't ever be a chef or have a restaurant or write recipes for a living. But I know how to cook because my mother taught me how to love cooking and how to enjoy the experience of eating a shared meal.
Six years ago today, July 1, I stumbled into what would become the work I'll do for the rest of my working life, which is to say: the rest of my natural life. And I'm going to write about that experience, in the spirit of sharing what I've learned, starting tomorrow. But today? Today's just … Continue reading Rest is part of the work.
(Right. You'd think I could have thought to write this one already. Like, last fall, when I was writing "something" every day for my own mental health.) May, as you've likely already seen or heard, is Mental Health Awareness Month. You've likely already seen or heard about it because, thanks to the pandemic, mental health … Continue reading Something about mental health.