I bake Tiramisu Cupcakes for the housewarming of my new home in Reno, Nevada. Realize there’s an essay under the frosting when I spy the red welt between my breasts.…
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This Christmas was the cherry on top of the whipped cream and sprinkles of the 2016 shit show. Delicious in powdered sugar and pain. December found me in transition staying…
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I spoon cobbler with nectarines from my aunt and uncle’s tree from a ramekin at Sunday Dinner. Mention the pumpkin and key lime pies with Paleo crust I’m bringing for…
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I rise from my maudlin journal. Microwave frozen Trader Joe’s Gnocchi alla Sorentina. Mouth the too hot tomato sauce from a white china bowl. Finish with a green tea mochi.…
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I never intended to become anorexic. I was surprised and wondering if I should be happy or panic when the scale hit 102 lbs. Between breaking up with my on-again-off-again…
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Whether or not I sound like a shill for Starbucks, as the Latte Macchiato is their hot new drink, I care not. Full disclosure: Starbucks corporate offices did not pay…
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Come and taste my Christmas cookies! RuPaul sings on his “Sleigh Belles” album. I listen to it along with “Elvis’ Christmas Album” in December. Day after the witches sabbat Yule,…
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I begin with putting on makeup for Thanksgiving dinner. San Diego at my parents’ house in that near-apocalypse feeling fall of 2015. Gold dust across eyelids. Gold sparkle at crease.…
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Let me take you into my kitchen. Follow me. In my hardwood-floored one bedroom there is a kitchen with two shelves. The shelves sit above an art deco tiled backsplash…
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My 97-year-old grandma makes her own tortillas. She was a migrant worker in California before settling in Reno to marry an Italian soldier. She changed her name from Begninia to…
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I am drawn to the scene in Mary Gaitskill’s Veronica where teenage model Alison gorges herself on marzipan animals, sugared almonds, figs, “big fat olives” and fancy nuts when left…