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Kale and Quinoa Crustless Quiche
From my balcony I have a direct view of this big sprawling roof complex. It’s like its own little village- small shanties on the roof, a big dilapidated swing set, things growing all tangled and wild,...
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Inhale. Exhale.
I’m writing to you from the womb of a rainbow-striped hammock strung between ancient olive trees, their trunks knobby and gnarled like an old man’s hands, their branches like upturned palms,...
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Excuses
Lately it feels like I just don’t know how to write anymore. I know I should just sit down at my desk and begin, but there’s always the dishes and my unruly closet that seems to just spit things out of...
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They’ll come with you
I want to wake up in a foreign country. The cityscape beyond the window exotic and unfamiliar, the sheets white and crisp, the noise of the city muffled and undecipherable. I want to wake up in a...
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Cooking for One
He asks: What do you like to cook? I want to say: I cook for one: I roast salmon and roast chicken until its skin cackles and its juices drip onto the tiny potatoes below; I make myself a single...
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