breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming. A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey. You don’t eat birds. The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c. It starts with a… Read More »
Hey, I didn’t blog here yesterday. I’m coming out of a multiple day health struggle. Feeling much stronger and the Laura-Marie who I want to be–more love, less bewildered anguish. If this is my third good day, three days is the charm, so maybe I’m safe. Ish. hope I bought from a friend some essential… Read More »
This ATC is for a Halloween swap-bot assignment. I’m really grateful I signed up for it. Never knew I could do like this. It’s blue, says memento mori, and depicts a bird skeleton. truth I have a new favorite Dorothy Day quote. She co-started the Catholic Worker movement in 1933. I live in community at… Read More »
Hey, guess what. Me and pesto are getting married. Here’s me as basil bride. Amaranth towers behind me. Blue-leaved cruciferous veg is small and will grow into delicious foods. This is in front of the Las Vegas Catholic Worker, part of the garden. I keep stems of basil in a mason jar on the counter,… Read More »
Hey, I have a new zine coming out soon. Please Pass the Plants #2: a vegan cookzine for disabled eating. I did some art, felt good–I thought I had a draft done yesterday, then added a little essay about how a knockoff instapot changed my life, and then a little essay about how to make… Read More »
This new zine resisting capitalism for fun #4 is ready to share. Please let me know if you’d like to trade. It’s about why I’m an activist, the sacredness of teen girls, ways of being homeless, inner world, nonviolence and community, and what I’m most grateful for. Serving bread on the soupline. Forgiveness, having a… Read More »
“I’m glad you had some rice,” I told Ming. “I like sharing my food with you. It’s like it tastes better!” It was early morning. We were in the kitchen, and he had just thanked me for rice. Sometimes I slice up a sweet potato and put that in my rice to cook, and a… Read More »
zine irony I used to give away my zines only, for years, and people would be skeptical. Or people would think the zines had no worth, if there was no dollar amount–they must be low quality, so I should’t bother. I learned I could reach more people by charging for my zines, as people would… Read More »
I used to think soup was a big deal. I’d chop garlic and onions intensely, all psyched out. Soup! Serious stuff! Several servings–soup in the fridge, for days. Where’s my bay leaves? Put on an apron! Open a window to let out steam! Now I’m laughing at the past me. Life is so different. Now,… Read More »
veg tricks I used to see zucchini as a punishment. We grew too much in our garden, a few years, when I was a kid. My best friend got mad at me because my mom kept making me give zucchini to her mom, and my best friend was tired of eating it. Hahahaha! Sorry about… Read More »