My un-cooking skills

My un-cooking skills

My mom was a terrible cook. I mean, just awful. Most of my meal-related memories involve her dashing from the bedroom where she’d got caught up in a book and shrieking in horror at boiled over veggies, burnt potatoes or overdone everything. She’d turn off...

(Thankfully) His house is bigger than mine

Remember those “word association” games? When someone says a word and you say the first thing that comes into your mind. For example, if I say “peanut butter.” You’d probably say, “jelly.” (Unless you’re British or South African, in which case you’d probably say jam....

A love song

To the moms who rock and sway and dance their babies to sleep. Who swaddle and sing and stroke brand new skin through half closed eyes only to rise for 6am toddlers.  To the dads who strap their kids to their backs and walk the afternoon sunshine while mommy naps. To...
Why I Sing in the Dark

Why I Sing in the Dark

Click to hear an audio recording of: “Why I Sing in the Dark” by Lisa-Jo, The Gypsy Mama Sometimes a song drops into your soul. And it’s as warm as the sun shining out of the chaos at midnight as a friend tic, tack, toe types beauty out of bedlam by the...