I like to bake and cook for people. I started doing it when I was eleven, around the time my eating disorder put on spurs and kicked things into high gear. People without eating disorders like to cook and bake, of course, but people with eating disorders often do it to excess. We watch the shows, and read the books and magazines almost compulsively: if … Continue reading ‘Twas a very flat cake – an off-the-cuff joint.
It’s a truism in journalism that most headline questions can be answered with either a yes or no. No. A book hasn’t changed my life. If we rephrase, however, into “have books changed your life,” then the answer is an emphatic “yes.” I don’t remember not reading. This isn’t a reflection of my memory – I started young. I was reading chapter books in kindergarten … Continue reading Has a book changed your life?
“You have such a green thumb.” It’s a comment I hear often, most recently from my neighbour. I dropped off a little basket of tomatoes – I grew the cherry ones and they ripen faster than any one family can consume, though I’m giving it my all. She was commenting on not just the tomatoes, but on the dahlias, chrysanthemums, petunias, salvia, pansies, potatoes, pumpkins, … Continue reading When you have a green thumb.
From Famine to Feast. 