You are me and I am you

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I’m usually available, but sometimes I say no.

Check-in two hours before departure.

I hear bagpipes.

I miss you, too.

I gotta pee.

See ya when I do.

Sometimes, you gotta choose yourself.

I’m already packed.

The US is on fire.

I wrote this one day when I was thinking about what I do as the homemaker.

The trip had to end at some point.

I visited my dear friends in the Piemonte, Italy in September 2024.

Girls’ trip, Moroccan style

Green fields of England

Little town in the desert.

Who needs to go peepee?

Airport travel can be hit or miss. Most times it’s pleasant.

These are some of the Southern DC Mocha Moms who encouraged me to go into culinary education, so I dedicated my cookbook to them.