symbolism Tag

Land of the Fearful

I see it now. I get it. And I agree. The ban. The wall. It all makes sense.   My daughter came home yesterday complaining about rumors that her school's annual 8th grade field trip to the Holocaust Museum had been cancelled. When I asked why, she said that apparently some students from her school had been disrespectful on previous trips to the museum and her principal didn’t want to run the risk of having students from...

Cranberry Salsa

I discovered this dish at a Christmas party years ago and fell madly in love. The weirdest thing about it is that it has as its base three ingredients I very strongly dislike on their own: fresh cranberries, green onions, and jalapeño peppers. Somehow, combining these with three ingredients I really, really love (sugar, cilantro, and cream cheese) makes all the difference in the world. I guess during this particular season of binary opposition and political debate,...

Sowing Seeds

A long, long time ago, my grandmother handed me a bottle of honey without a single drop of honey in it. Instead, the bottle was filled with cilantro seeds from the plant in her garden. She had removed the seeds from her plant, set them out to dry for about a month, and stored them in the empty honey bottle, and when she gave them to me she told me to make sure I saved...

I Dig on Swine

Written in my Memoir Notes file on November 30, 2015:   Last night—or rather this morning, just before waking up—I had an interesting dream. I was carrying this turkey around, and trying to wring its neck. I hadn’t done a good job, so it wasn’t dead, but its neck was kinda bent, kinda swollen, and I really needed to kill the thing. I wasn’t angry at it—it was just matter of fact. Then the turkey became a...