France
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books on the glass table; an obsession with writing pens; poudre stained lips on a lavender mug with notes of espresso; waking up to the sound of an angel; and the face of Leopold staring in my peripheral. the stylos are scattered next to my highlighter of the moment, a neon orange. Leopold continues to…
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i live in a state of nostalgia and, truthfully, it’s why i started cooking. as we began to break free from the reins of the pandemic, i had an urge to recreate the foods that hold a special place in my heart; espresso muesli is one of them. it was fall 2016 and my first…
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food is the longest relationship any of us will ever be in, simply, because we all eat. in my first piece, my Mediterranean breakfast, i discussed my earliest foray into the goodness and simplicity of foodways via my grandmother. she exposed me to my still-favorite vegetables such as eggplants, bell peppers and cooked spinach, though…
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if i could do it all over again i’d consider dermatology because i am absolutely fascinated by the skin. it’s easy to gloss over the fact that skin is, indeed, our largest organ because it’s not internal, but i’m having a very real obsession avec le peau at the moment. i like to think that…
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as i approach a new decade, i’ve been in meditation about where i am and where i once was, in the land of youthdom. i like to think of youthdom as that exploratory period which commences at adolescence and ends upon the successful completion, or survival, of one’s Saturn return. i spent much of the…
Bojepsÿ 