“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” –Virginia Woolf, Orlando
- Chopped: I tape every episode. For me, cooking is like writing. Starting from nothing and creating something beautiful— adding a herb for depth, a spice for substance, a spice for a kick in the ass. I’m obsessed.
Kay’s House, May 26, 2010. The darkest day of our lives.
When I met God again, I resurrected from the fire—Kim Sisto Robinson
~On May 26, 2010, I died.
—–This post was inspired by the legendary blogger, Good Day Regular People
Cable Beach Casino, Nassau, Bahamas I worked w/ this cutie.
- I come from Sicily, Sweden, Bahamas, Minnesota, & Cable Beach Casino…
…where I dealt black jack to movie stars and dirty old men who blew raspberry flavored smoke into my face at the old Playboy Club.
image by misteraitch
The Lord turned to me and He heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, and out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on rock. He put a new song in my mouth……Psalm 40:1–3
—–I’ve been inside the black hole of depression.
1. THE COOKING SUCKS, BUT THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GETTING
Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy cooking.
But when I’m stringing words together, I sort of disappear into the story, the memories, the narrative. I sort of forget the world around me, you know?
The scent of cinnamon, brown sugar, & sweet butter slide up my nostrils like an entire childhood.
I disappear into high school days, God searching days, free verse days.