The Recipe For Love
In my Grandmother’s house, cooking wasn’t just about food on the table. It was about creating a recipe for love that would last long after she was alive.

In my Grandmother’s house, cooking wasn’t just about food on the table. It was about creating a recipe for love that would last long after she was alive.
There’s some part of me, and so many trans people, that wonders every time we come out. Wondering, “will you still love me if I’m trans?”
Who loves who more? This question is silly. It also made me think about this idea of chasing balance and just how powerful and scary imbalances are. Way more scary than any costume.
I need to confess something hard to say for me. These last few weeks have been a real struggle. It was hard to get out of bed most days. I felt like smiling came at the cost of abandoning myself. One of the significant contributors has been this feeling that something at work just wasn’t…