Making gravlax.

A few weeks ago, as Winter began to loosen its grip on Northeast Ohio, I woke up early one Saturday determined to extract every bit of daylight from the day. I had been ready for spring for ages. The frigid temperatures had seeped into my bones and my mood, leaving everything gray and cold. I was determined to make something … More Making gravlax.

Grief and roasted cream of celery soup.

Monday morning I smirked in the mirror. I rolled my eyes as I covered a small love bite under my left collarbone with concealer. I was unprepared for the breakup Monday night. I didn’t think I’d be the one who was left. I knew this relationship wasn’t going the distance. If my google search, “I don’t think I’m attracted to my … More Grief and roasted cream of celery soup.