autumn normal
Long weeks have passed since my last post, but I sit here with measuring cups, bowls, and cookbooks surrounding me, bread baking in the oven, pots and cutting boards poking from the sink. I've been investing in my new love of the kitchen, turning ingredients into meals. I'm not sure how long this love will last, but I'll savor each sniff of bread that I can. The air has cooled down again so we've re-opened our windows while we keep watch for the leaves to change. From a slow, disappointing summer to a bursting, exciting fall. What an abrupt shift, like waking up to a brand new, exciting life from the discouraging and emotionally demanding nightmare that preceded it. I still feel like I'm recovering from a tragedy of sorts; still blinking and blinded in the sunlight from the passed-over fog that surrounds the ones who support raise full-time. Somehow, support raising does that to us: makes relationships and even conversations forced and awkward. I was worried I...