Peace/piece. Art/heart. Here/now.

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The small things have a way of sweeping me off my feet. Soon I'm a dot clenching the string of a rising balloon. Over there, beyond the horizon. But it is the small things, they reassure me. So I let them take me. Take me back to giant, pure joy. angry catfish

She’s SUCH a Millennial! A rant.

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Until now, my coworkers in every job I've held have been of a similar age to me. There was that quaint ice cream shop where my boss regularly proclaimed that she was the mother of "16 sixteen-year-olds." (And weren't we ever the hormonal group.) There was that fine dining restaurant that harbored college almost-grads like me who came for the romanticism of the job and stayed for the free family meal before each nighttime service. (We had it figured out.) And there was that post-college trap called ...

When life doesn’t give you waffles…

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Some mornings I wake up with a fierce craving for waffles. It's as if the Dream Gnomes had ushered me to WaffleWorld itself and crowned me queen of the buttermilk malted. This morning's waffle craving was a particularly powerful one; it altered the course of my entire Saturday. Now, I haven't always been a fiend, but I suspect my recent enthusiasm is the product of two things: 1.) The hubbub around the soon-to-open Black: Coffee and Waffle Bar in my neighborhood, and 2.) a successful binge ...

A Minnesotan Affair

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I've never seen anyone as obsessed with an event in the way Minnesotans are with the MN State Fair. I probably experienced the craze more so because I live and work within walking distance of the fairgrounds, be even so, the addiction is fascinating. To put this in perspective for those of you who are unfamiliar: the fourteen days during which the event unfolds are, quite literally, the fourteen slowest days at my place of employment--a grocery store. Andrew Zimmern, the Minnesota native and celebrity ...

An Ode to Brasa

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  Grand Avenue, grand night out-- Spin me round, rotisserie. Cornbread cravings quelled Pigeon peas and an almost banh mi On a garage-door faux patio. Collards call for yucca fries; You say masa, I say más Brasa. Sangria, sweet sodas, or seltzer-- Simple, smooth, and classy. Small, medium, or large? For here or to go? Let's stay, let's play, And maybe never go.  

12 Things I Will Do This Summer!

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As I sit here sipping my raspberry-blueberry-banana-whey protein-matcha powder-coconut milk super smoothie, a cool spring breeze meanders through the open window along with a welcomed but unrelentless birdsong aria. It's a pretty cliché spring scene (besides, perhaps, the matcha powder in my smoothie). A rather appropriate time to share my, well--cliché--list of things I want to do this summer, don't you think? Sure, why not! 12 Things I Will Do In Summer 2015 1.) Become a patio dweller. This is perhaps my overarching goal for Summer 2015--the goal ...

For the Love of Coffee, and Overnight Oats

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My relationship with coffee is a fussy one. It's largely a mental trigger and mostly unnecessary for me to feel human. I'm not the type of person who requires a pot of coffee before their first cup of the day (you know who you are), in fact if I have more than a small latte, chances are I'll feel less-than-human for the next 24 hours. I've taken conscious breaks from drinking coffee and the only difference I've felt is the noticing how particularly strong and ...