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July 17, 2012
All in the Family
I grew up eating what was served to me. No one ever asked what I wanted, or offered an alternative to the salmon flopped on my plate flesh-side up, all pink and wet. Mom would leave the scales on the opposite side, so I’d have to flip it and slowly peel back its shiny, slithery coat. I’d curl my lip and wince.
May 27, 2013
The Very Racy Loquat
Words and Artwork by katherine sandoz The loquat, originally from China, blooms in early spring. Because of this, boys who sought the company of young woman with questionable reputations were […]
February 10, 2014
A Decent Proposal and a Broken Heart Cake
Words by Andrea Goto Recipe and Styling by Libbie Summers Photography by Chia Chong I was 6 when he proposed. John Brown was about as average as they get—right down […]
