The neighborhood Halloween block party was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate themed desserts—witch-hat cupcakes with piped frosting, … Read more
I was standing in the freezer aisle at the grocery store last Tuesday when a woman walked past me, and the air just shifted. She … Read more
There used to be this tiny bakery tucked between a vintage shop and a laundromat on the corner of Elm and 4th Street that made … Read more
This was supposed to be a roasted garlic situation. I had this whole vision of potatoes caramelizing in a hot oven, getting all crispy and … Read more
My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to return her cat carrier—my rescue tabby had finally gotten fixed—and the smell hit … Read more
The car repair bill was already sitting on the counter like a bad omen. I was staring at it, mentally rearranging our grocery budget for … Read more
My neighbor Rosa watched me trying to wrangle three sugar-high kids at a block party last December, and she didn’t say anything at first. Then … Read more
It was 10:47 PM on a random Wednesday in early November, and I was standing in front of my open fridge in sweatpants, absolutely convinced … Read more
My neighbor Rosa asked why I couldn’t just use store-bought bread dough for the Day of the Dead altar. I started to explain why that … Read more
My dad swore he didn’t have a sweet tooth. For fifty-three years, that was his story, and he stuck to it. Birthday cake? He’d take … Read more
