Thanks, Jessica. My experience is unusual, but then so are we all. We've all dared to question our culturally assigned roles and identities, a big, possibly dangerous taboo to violate.
I've been trying to document my journey and experience here, as well as share it with my local community of friends. This weekend it looks like I'll be sharing with the 8th grade religious education class at a local Unitarian Universalist church. (They have a... different... approach to education that I find wonderfully refreshing!). I'm part of a panel the children will interview.
Meanwhile, I'm still entertaining friends here at the apartment. I've had some great visits and chats with folks.
Just for fun, I've got the old Desert Rose tea service out. I have a full set of these Desert Rose pattern dishes, inherited from my Mom, our family's everyday dishes from the 1950s. I get to eat my Cheerios from the bowl I used when I was 5 years old.
When company calls, I'm serving tea, and fresh baked cookies.
I made a big batch, three pounds of oatmeal cookie dough, half with pecans and raisins, half with white chocolate chips. And another three pounds of straight chocolate chip dough is in the works. I shape these into one ounce pats, freeze them, and have fresh baked cookies on demand for my friends. I throw a few frozen pats on a cookie sheet, bake while we chat, and, well, the apartment smells wonderful and we all enjoy fresh, hot cookies with our tea.
(That ought to flush out Laurie! Bait...)
Hey, I need to gain weight. That week on clear liquids was rough!
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