April 6, 2011
I am a grad student, so eating usually occurs at odd times. I am studying theatre, so that means I eat at midnight( which is not good for my girlish figure). Food tends to be whatever is cheapest, or quick most of the time. However, when I can have a moment to do it, I…
March 18, 2011
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March 10, 2011
Food has become purely functional in my life. I live alone, I often eat alone. I stand over the sink at home, eat crackers from my office desk drawer, or catch some fast food on a quick trip off-campus between teaching and an evening rehearsal. I sometimes wonder if I’ve forgotten how to really relax…
March 8, 2011
A meal prepared for family and friends is a metaphor for love. From the menu planned with care, to the shopping for the freshest ingredients, I am thinking of those whose hunger will be sated, including mine, by a lovely, satisfying meal. With each dice of an onion, each smash of a garlic clove, each…
March 7, 2011
I remember visiting my Uncle Nick who lived in Port Chicago, near Concord in Northern CA. My Dad and his brother came to this country from Greece as very young men. As we pulled up to the little house, we could smell the delicious Lamb roasting in his wood stove oven. The welcoming smell of…
March 5, 2011
I love and struggle with food. For me, it is both comfort and a tool to be used in self-denial and control. At times I use it to reward myself, and at other times, withhold it to numb and to punish. I wrote this poem in the midst of one of these struggles: Hunger stops…
March 3, 2011
At the place where I work we have a garden. Our developmentally disabled young adults till the soil, plant the seeds, water, pull the weeds, harvest their bounty, and eat their share. That feeds my hunger.
March 2, 2011
During the Depression, my immigrant grandfather came home one day with two bananas, something that was totally out of reach for them normally. He shared them with his oldest sons, and the younger ones didn’t get any. You can imagine the indelible impression this made on a four-year-old. Growing up in my generation in rural…
March 2, 2011
My parents divorced when I was very young- this was many years ago. My mother raised my 3 brothers and I on her own. Though my father paid child support regularly, it was a modest amount and especially immediately after the divorce it was not uncommon for us to go hungry. There just wasn’t enough…
March 2, 2011
Hunger is about a million things even though we mostly talk about lack of food as hunger – Honestly, luckily, I have never been without food – sometimes more and sometimes less – but what food is about to me is to fill other hungers – hunger for friends and family around – hunger for…
