A Hard Weekend & Links

Cooking and coming home during war

On Friday night I made a pie I had never made before, as I had planned to do for weeks. I haven’t been home for more than a few days since early September. All the travel made me feel far from home and from my children, but also from myself. But by Friday I could see that the relief and pride and comfort I hoped I would experience coming home after pushing such a raw book into the world wasn’t going to come—the world was still broken, and now looked worse off than when I first left.