Last week, I decided to make brunch. Sunday brunch. Easter Brunch, to be exact. For eight people. By Sunday afternoon, brunch was over and I felt hungover. I was sore.…Read More

Sitting on Fences

Sometimes you become addicted to bad feelings. Whether it’s obsession or sadness or hatred or anger, you become addicted to feeling that feeling. You tend to it, stoking the flame,…Read More