Thanks to Jen Michalski and the other editors of the wonderful JMWW, I have a new story published online!
Unlike most mothers who lived to nourish their kids (it seemed), my mother never enjoyed feeding me. Cooking, like eating, was a necessity, a job that didn’t call for elaborate hours behind hot skillets. I grew up on instant oatmeal, canned split-pea soup, and frozen pizzas burnt to a crisp. For my mother, taste was beyond the point. Probably because her appetite was equally beyond the point.