peanut butter and jealous.

I’m a piler. I like to pile things; it’s how I put things in order. Currently on my desk, I have: two piles of books, three piles of papers (separated based on topic), and a pile of yarn that I’m making something with. It’s not pretty to look at, but I do, in fact, know […]

peanut butter cookies, loneliness, and lady afternoons.

“…when you’re really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth.” – Charlie Brown. In grade 6, our class put on – or, more accurately, was told – to put on a production of, You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I think I was a made-up character named “Adam” and had maybe one 10-word […]

thank you cookies.

As I get older, I slowly begin to accept myself for being how I am.  Accept, and then mitigate, because even though I am allowed to be flawed, it would still be nice to have company.  In order to make up for my lacks in social grace, I thrust my cooking and baking on my […]