My Grandma’s Menus Were Important
There’s just something about food. I’ve been reading my grandma’s diaries, and they’re not particularly juicy or detailed. She had a lot of better things […]
There’s just something about food. I’ve been reading my grandma’s diaries, and they’re not particularly juicy or detailed. She had a lot of better things […]
I was reading Armin Wiebe’s latest book Grandmother, Laughing when I came across this part where the character Tien says, “Auction sales are a kind […]
I often feel like I carry a cocktail of my family’s histories deep within my bones, pulsing through my blood and veins. Tender naivety. Raging […]
When I was a girl, I spent many many hours with my paternal grandmother on our family’s Kleefeld dairy farm. Milking cows. Pitching straw bales. […]
I’m a farm girl. I grew up on a small family dairy farm, located between the communities of Kleefeld, Grunthal, and St. Pierre-Jolys. While I […]