On Banana Bread

My grandma can only eat unripe bananas because of this special diet she's on. So, when the bananas got too ripe for her to eat, I made banana bread. Yesterday was tough for me because, the night before, I had a PTSD-related panic attack. The next afternoon, I was still dealing with the residual effects… Continue reading On Banana Bread

On Shrek

We all watched Shrek and fell in love with the characters, humor, and revolutionary animation style. I saw it for the first time in the theater with my grandfather. I was entranced. It was the first time I'd seen such realistic animation, and I was completely enamored with the fart jokes, hilarious donkey, and tale… Continue reading On Shrek

On Memory

Subscribe to receive an email each time I write a new post! For the second time today, I've left the pot of water boiling on the stove. It sat there, bubbling away, until the last drop of water sizzled out, the kitchen filled up with a concerning hot-chemical smell, and the inside of the pot… Continue reading On Memory

On Dreams

Last night, I'm immersed in The Sopranos Season 1, Episode 2, and all of a sudden, Tony starts describing this bizarre dream he had. The dream involves a vicious bird, a lost penis, and an auto mechanic, and the whole thing makes me chuckle to myself, especially after Tony says, "and I'm holding it (his… Continue reading On Dreams

On Flight

Scruffy, angelic white puffs blow in the wind outside my plane window. My sister says it's an invasive species. It seems ludicrous that something so beautiful could be so violent. We take off, and the white puffs give way to dead grass, then an expanse of grey sky. I'm thinking about elementary school birthday parties… Continue reading On Flight

On Rage

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Grammy

I’ll go to visit you  In the green fields of my youth  Your skin as soft as flowers  That dot the hillside  My mother she will hold  Your hand until she knows  That you will safely make it Through her memories  I remember summer treats Blueberries between my teeth  Raw cane sugar in a little… Continue reading Grammy