Category Archives: 2024

November 18, 2024

I knew from the time I was nine years old that I would probably become a writer. The funny thing is that if you had asked me at the age how I felt about writing, I would have told you that I hated it. Passionate. Emphatically. With every fiber of my being.

While it was true that I didn’t enjoy the process of it in those days, I did always like the outcome. And I somehow knew deep down that it was something I was innately good at. That love/hate push/pull that all writers experience was something I could relate to, even as a fourth grader.

I remember the moment it switched and I went from announcing clearly and loudly that I hated writing, to understanding its inevitability for me. I was when my teacher told us that we were all going to write pieces to submit to the Oregon Young Writers Conference (it seems like it still happens and is now called the Oregon Writing Festival). Based on those stories, they would pick one student from each school to attend. In a flash, I realized that I was a writer and that I would be going to that conference. And I did.

There have been a few times in my life when I have had that clear sense of knowing. An understanding that this is something I need to do and that it is the right choice for me. That was the first time. The next came when I was in high school and looking for where I might want to go to college. I got a promotional postcard in the mail for Whitman and just knew that that was where I was supposed to go.

The next was just after college. I flew to Philadelphia to visit my grandmother. When I got off the plane, I knew that the next right step was to move to Philly. It was absolutely clear in my mind.

The last time I had that intense sense of rightness was when I started Food in Jars. I didn’t have any kind of plan, but I knew that the name felt perfect and it seemed like the obvious next step after leaving Slashfood. I really didn’t have any idea at all of what it would become.

And now here I am. Sixteen years out from the last time I just knew the next step and the world is murkier than ever.

Writing on the rooftop

It’s Tuesday morning and I am struggling to write. Not here, I look at this site as a place where I can put just about anything. But I’m really trying to get into the practice and habit of sending out at least two Substack newsletters a week and I am floundering.

Part of the trouble is that I’m not entirely sure what kind of writer I am anymore. My recipe development skills are super rusty, but at least when I’m writing about a recipe, I am on familiar ground. These days, I’m trying to find my way through an in-between space and figuring out what that looks like is proving harder than expected.

I do need to acknowledge to myself that I’m still coming down from five years of intensive parenting, where the pattern of my days was dictated by the needs to two little boys. We are only in the second month of kindergarten, so it’s okay that I am still finding my way. Thinking about it now, I realize that there was part of me that thought that once they started school, I’d be able to leap right back into my old levels of production. And I’m just not able to do that because I’m not the same person I once was.

As I sit here and write this, it also occurs to me that I am actually trying to do something different than what I did in the past. Yes, I do want to get back to Food in Jars and my goal there is to be producing new recipes on a monthly basis. But I want the Substack to be something different. I am hoping to be writing more thoughtful things. And so it makes sense that it is feeling like a challenge, because it’s not just leaping into the same old thing. It’s something new. And it’s okay that it feels challenging.

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October 7, 2024

Six weeks ago, my sweet twin boys started kindergarten. After a pandemic babyhood and a scant two mornings a week of preschool, being students for six and a half hours a day, five days a week has been a very big adjustment for them. Thankfully, it’s one that they have adjusted to at lightning speed and they are now happy swimmers in the sea of elementary school.

In many ways, it has been far more of an adjustment for me. I have been deep in the moment-by-moment parenting trenches for the last five years and their needs and activities gave shape to my daily life. I welcome the opportunity to recall how I used to fill my time before kids, but the speed with which it all happened has been a little disorienting.

One of the things that I have experienced repeatedly since becoming a parent is how a piece of equipment can go from being absolutely vital in our lives to being completely unnecessary. I remember it happening with nursing pillows, bouncy chairs, the baby bath, the bottle warmer, the activity jumper they took turns in, and the gate that kept them safely out of the kitchen.

Our stroller will most certainly be the next thing to go. It still has utility for things like the 20 minute trip to our favorite playground or fifteen minute walk to our pediatrician’s office. They had their annual check-up last week and it would have been a very frustrating walk for me if they had both been on their feet. But compared to the days when I used it every day (and sometimes twice), it is approaching obsolescence.

The other thing that I think is starting to reach the end of its usefulness for us is the item we simply refer to as The Backpack. Originally we used a purpose built diaper bag that a friend gave us at one of my showers. Once the pandemic hit, it was abandoned because we didn’t really go out or take them anywhere beyond a quick walk through the neighborhood. Then, once the vaccines arrived and the boys got old enough for daily outings to the playground, the diaper bag wasn’t quite right and so I shifted to using a black backpack I’d ordered on a whim on clearance (similar to this one).

Since then, The Backpack has been everywhere with us. It contains all the things that we needed for a happy handful of hours at the various parks and playgrounds in Center City. That includes the snack box, a plastic pencil box filled with packets of the various bars and cracker packs that the boys like. The box prevents the snacks from getting crushed, which in turn prevents fits of hangry weeping. There’s a little foldable first aid kit that we use mostly for bandaids, nail clippers, and tweezers (splinters abound!).

A pouch of cleaning tools, including baby wipes, Clorex wipes, sanitizing wipes, glasses wipes (for when a kid inevitably lands a dirty finger on my glasses), alcohol swaps (mostly used for when someone steps in gum), a roll of diaper disposal bags (occasionally used to wrap around a child’s tush to catch an emergency poop. Philadelphia doesn’t have much in the way of public bathrooms), hand sanitizer spray, and little paper packets of ibuprofen (for me).

The bag has a secret stash of Dum Dum lollipops for when spirits need lifting. A pee bottle for emergencies (see above). A large soft sided pack of tissues for the constantly dripping noses. A large zippered pouch of toy construction vehicles and a smaller one of Hot Wheels cars. A hard sided plastic case of sugar-free gum. One large muslin baby blanket that serves as a towel in case of unexpected water play or a tumble into mud. And fresh water bottles tucked into the outer side pockets.

At the very bottom of the bag, lives a soft layer of snack crumbs, broken bits of leaves the boys tried to bring home, a few precious pebbles, a thoroughly dried out baby wipe, and wheels broken off cars that were played with so hard they fell to pieces. I clean it out occasionally, but the same things always gather in the depths.

When I had this fully stocked bag with me, I felt like I could handle any parenting issue that came my way. Are you hungry? No problem! Need something to play with? We have options! Are you hurt, dirty, or sad? I can fix that. Now with the boys in school, The Backpack is mostly unnecessary and so much more is out of my control.

I haven’t dismantled it yet, but it’s days are very clearly numbered.