. Orion’s Belt.
. Dawn begins with shades of purple and grey. I can never predict how the sky will change. This looks like the beginning of a dramatic show, but the sky fades into watered down pastels.
. I catch her cheating the system. I pretend like I don’t notice. Later, I’ll think of all the clever things I could have said.
. She brings me chocolate mousse. Her thoughtfulness makes my day.
. I am continually shocked by how many people play Pokémon. She makes friends wherever she goes because of this commonality.
. I look like a dork in this helmet. I don’t care. Maybe I care a little. But I’m not not gonna wear it.
. Flavor, Memory, Identity: Food Writing
. I am humbled and inspired by the other writers in the class. I also can’t believe I’ve never taken a writing class outside of college. This is amazing. I have so much to learn.
. I eat a cricket. A first. It’s flavored in sour cream & onion and it gets stuck in my teeth.
. Bone broth and chicken salad + crackers.
. Dusk looks like this morning’s dawn.
. What is my voice?