And, as we prepared a meal together every night, garlic was solely crushed one way in my childhood household: a hyper-specific kitchen item, sold for one use and one use only: crushing garlic cloves.
And boy, did we use it.
Author: Sasha Penwarden
This box is my means of vision and communication and a newfound, intrinsic piece of me. Others experience me through it – so why shouldn’t it be considered an extension of my being?
Her skin, once gleaming with coppery iridescence, is now riddled with new corrosion. Its sheen was replaced as years passed and She stood as an emblem of American pride, an ever-present reminder of what we hope to stand for. This change in Her skin makes Her no less alluring – Her green hue serves as a testament to all She has endured: harsh weather, the decades gone by, and an indefinite lifetime as an object of attraction.