It’s about me

This morning I read an op-ed written by the daughter of someone famous. She began the piece with an anecdote from her childhood and built her argument from there. The piece was well written, thoughtful, and I believed, completely appropriate. Once again I made the...

Identity crisis

I love food. For most of my life, creating it has been part of my identity. As an adolescent, I baked. When, as a newly minted adult, I called myself a good cook, my dad countered and said I was a good baker–he didn’t really know whether I could cook. So I...