It’s about time that I learn to properly cut up a whole chicken. This is for many reasons. First, I only get whole chickens in my CSA and while I could never tire of a perfectly roasted whole bird, I want to be able to use the CSA stash for something else. Second, it’s economical.… Read More Butchering
I try to credit all the photos I post, but I can’t for the life of me remember where I found this. Still, I think it’s worth the tacky, source-free pubish.
I live in a house that’s a ship, At times on land, at times on ocean. I will myself into existence, Surrender, invite grace in. I heed the call of the siren. On the phantom ship I don’t know if I’m wave or cloud, Undine or seagull. Whipped by winds, I hang tight to the… Read More A House Like a Ship
If I could gather all the sadness of the world, all the sadness inside me into a gourd, I’d shake it once in a while and let it sing, let it remind me of who I used to be, bless it for what it taught me and stare at it lovingly for not seeping out… Read More Woodwork
I’ve made no less than 16 loaves of this zucchini bread in the last month, thanks to the gigantic zucchini showing up in my kitchen. I have taken some to friends, my daughters daycare, work, and have several in the freezer. And amazingly … I’m not tired of it at all. Zucchini Bread adapted from… Read More Zucchini Bread Recipe
I’ve been following Molly Landreth and her Embodiment: A Portrait of Queer Life in America for three years now. It’s so brilliant with its scale, scope, and quiet, undeniable message. This portrait of Britt is my current favorite. I guess I like derby again.
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I… Read More When I like people immensely …
– the idiosyncrasy of an obsessionist never did i think i would approve of cropped pants on a man…
I don’t suppose I really know you very well – but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind… Read More letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble… Read More I want a soul mate who …