One Year

One Year

Peter and I were barely working between the two of us, he had been laid off and with struggles feeding Levi I was barely pulling 5 hours a week. We were at the DHS office applying for food stamps when Peter got the call that yes indeed TriMet was offering him a job. We had been at the DHS office since 7:20 am and we finally got home close to 10:30 am. We barely set our things down, relieved that there was more money in our future and we could at least buy food for our small family when the phone rang. It was my mother. It was one of those phone calls where you just know something is wrong, and how wrong it was. She asked if I was sitting down, and I think I sat down. She didn’t wait to tell me and simply said, “Cristi is dead.”

Food fads, revisited

Food fads, revisited

Food fads are a thing. Every year, it seems, we learn about something else we should or shouldn’t do or eat for so-called optimal health. Milk is in until it isn’t. Alternate kinds of milk are in until they aren’t. We can eat based on our blood types. We can use ancient traditions. We can even get into gastro-molecular inventions (what!?).

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