Roasted Chickpeas-2

Everybody always thinks I’m a vegetarian.  In college (and on really bad hair days in law school, which was every day), I was told it was because my hair was really long and wavy and kind of frizzy, and I wore turquoise, and animals are cute, and I love them, and I don’t eat fish, and …

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Fish. The word sounds like letting air out of a tire. It smells like somewhere I shouldn’t be. Just seeing the word on the page makes me sit back a little farther. When I was two years old, my mom gave me tuna, I broke out in a body rash, and a handful of years …

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