After much supportive feedback from my first birth story, I am back to share the story of my second. It makes way more sense within the context of my first birth, so if you haven’t read that, or if you need a refresher, read it here. This time, I gave birth at home, and I know the idea of home birth is a loaded one.
After much supportive feedback from my first birth story, I am back to share the story of my second. It makes way more sense within the context of my first birth, so if you haven’t read that, or if you need a refresher, read it here. This time, I gave birth at home, and I know the idea of home birth is a loaded one.
After much supportive feedback from my first birth story, I am back to share the story of my second. It makes way more sense within the context of my first birth, so if you haven’t read that, or if you need a refresher, read it here. This time, I gave birth at home, and I know the idea of home birth is a loaded one.
This is the eulogy I delivered, through many tears, at my grandmother Roberta E. Richards’ funeral on February 23, 2022.
Read MoreSince moving to Denmark 3.5 years ago, a seed of an idea germinated in my head. Somehow, in some format I wanted to ‘give light’ to restaurants run by immigrants: people like me who live in a country not of their birth, whose stories cover the spectrum of the migration experience.
Read MoreIn a departure from food, I’m telling my personal, raw story of a birth at the outset of the COVID pandemic. I’m still processing the unanticipated changes and medical interventions – some of which I am joyful about, and some of which I hotly resent. Even so, I write from a position of trust over fear.
Read MoreIn a departure from food, I’m telling my personal, raw story of a birth at the outset of the COVID pandemic. I’m still processing the unanticipated changes and medical interventions – some of which I am joyful about, and some of which I hotly resent. Even so, I write from a position of trust over fear.
Read MoreIn a departure from food, I’m telling my personal, raw story of a birth at the outset of the COVID pandemic. I’m still processing the unanticipated changes and medical interventions – some of which I am joyful about, and some of which I hotly resent. Even so, I write from a position of trust over fear.
Read More“My Mom doesn’t know how her mom got this recipe but it’s her very favorite. She’s even had to prepare it for herself on birthdays or special events! There’s never enough sauce so don’t hesitate to double or triple it, the more the merrier!”
Read More“My Grandma Wiley always cooked Golishkeys (Lithuanian cabbage rolls) for every family gathering. Her house always smelled like them from the moment you walked in…”
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