One good thing about quarantine? The chance to finally get around to all those projects you always said you were going to do, but never did. Last Fall, I purchased an apple-pumpkin scented candle... only to immediately drop it, shattering its glass jar, as soon as I got home. The candle itself was still intact,... Continue Reading →
Craisins are a care package staple in my family. They travel well, they have a long shelf life, and they're a quick, easy, slightly-sweet snack. They can be added to a spinach salad with some goat cheese and a fruity vinaigrette, or mixed into a homemade trail mix. During my first year of grad school,... Continue Reading →
Here is what I miss: I miss the cheap sausage-egg-cheese bagels I ate every day for lunch when I worked in Queens. I miss free shift meals at my fast casual restaurant job, beer cheese and fancy grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup and pork shoulder tacos. I miss Friday night dinners with friends at... Continue Reading →
So I know I’ve been hiding under a rock for months now, but I’ve emerged with SO MANY BOOKS and there are a few I have been dying to talk about. The selection I’ll be talking about today are specifically SUMMER READS – they all just belong in your hands on a beach somewhere. So, whether you’re planning an... Continue Reading →
You can hold the truth in your mouth and decide whether to swallow or speak. You can brush and floss every day or lie to your dentist once a year. But donuts are a nonnegotiable.
Halloween is coming next week, and while we think the scariest thing about that is the fact that November is practically here, these stories have their own gruesome fear factor.
Peruse the plentiful poetry and prose picked for this post. Pretty please?
I can think of no better way to embrace your inner woman than to curl up with a good werewolf novel, so hence this curated list! I have always loved werewolf stories and their ever-changing mythology. It's a kind of monster story I have always been drawn to, though in so many of the stories... Continue Reading →
Not all poems are forks. And certainly not all forks are poems. Some are just forks. Some should really be spoons. Utensils, like writing, are tools for the job. Sporks are always useless.
In tarot and in horror movies, death is only the beginning. In life, death is both an end and a beginning, as we must figure out how to move forward without someone, but keeping them with us.
Moon-Birds 