Some shit just changes you.

Anxiety through the roof so you know what that means!!! More cooking. All of these were first time efforts lol. A) Taquitos as nachos B) Honey pineapple shrimp fried rice C) Shrimp papperdelle w/creme wine sauce D) shrimp rigatoni alla vodka.

Asked Stuart - the dog next door - to come back in a hour and he returned 50 minutes later. Fuckin' rude. Day 53.

By affirming us it builds a safe space for women to share WHEN (not IF) inappropriate behavior occurs and it retrains ALL of us to listen without judgement to what she's saying. Abusers thrive in the silence not only created by them but also by spaces built to disempower women.

So far many of the answers need to stick with me right now. But one I wanted to share with you is to EMPOWER the women in your lives. Empower us to expect to feel safe. Feel worthy. Feel seen. Feel heard. Feel valued. Reaffirm us from birth until our last breath. ALL of us. .

Hey all, so I've been thinking all morning about about #MeToo .Is it over? Did it really solve anything? Did it extend beyond cameras? Industries? Race? Class? Do we (both men AND women) support accusers/victims unlike us? Did we learn anything?.This is what I'm asking MYSELF. .

For most of the day I looked like Redd Foxx so this is nice.

Just called my dog a liar. Day 51.

What I now know about myself is that I'd have jumped ship long before the slave ship made it to America.

I miss Panini Kabob Grill so much that I keep trying to make it at home.

Also, I cut my hair. And you know what they say: when a woman cuts her hair she's in an unprecedented worldwide pandemic.

Making up recipes as I go along has saved my life. This veggie supreme pizza (with store bought raw dough) was a great idea. These stuffed shitake mushrooms (w/shrimp, jalapenos, red pepper, spring onion and goat cheese) are my favorite thing about the last 24 hours.

Again.

RT @feraljokes: If people start calling you a hero that means they're about to let you die.

S/O to the people worried about everything BUT sex right now.

My neighbors pig just tried to break into my house. Day 47.

Cod fish tacos (that rice sucked btw), cous cous w/shrimp, mushrooms, olives, goat cheese and fresh mint, a breakfast sandwich w/morning star sausage, the leftover broccolini & sriracha aioli and I've officially recreated the salmon kabobs from my fav medi grill (precooked).

If no one talks about the real shit, nothing ever changes. Ever house has a different pandemic: the family of 5 in a 2bdrm whose income just dropped, the family that's lost all their elders or the single person just worried about their job. We're ALL going through it. Let it out.

I'm tired of sheltering in place with my anxiety. Most days is nearly debilitating. Hence, the cooking simply for the calm it brings. So if you're struggling just to keep the fear of the unknown in check, know that you're not alone. I'm with you.

Do it.