Let’s start with this! Nomfiction, a nonfiction anthology about food, is out now. My essay, Messy, is about pregnancy cravings (or rather, the lack thereof) and eating a crab boil on Tybee Beach last September. I can’t speak highly enough of this collection: the other essays are wonderful and moving. Working with Amanda and Troy was a pleasure too.
In related news, Little Fiction/Big Truths is taking some of their writing to print: NOMFICTION (!), a fiction and nonfiction MUSIC anthology that’s currently under development, and a nonfiction TECHNOLOGY-themed collection that they’re seeking submissions for. You can pre-order your copy of the anthologies, and if you do it now, you can save 50% off the list price. I recommend that you do.
Now, looking back on the past month: in May we traveled!
We spent a week in Cape Breton, with its big skies and ocean and lakes and lobster. Clara was spoiled by her grandparents and I took time to finish another round of edits on my novel (so close!). Traveling is a kind of test when you’re with a baby, and Clara’s first flights went well enough. We swaddled her as if it was bedtime and she mostly slept, and when she didn’t sleep, the din of the airplane masked some of the fussy noises, and when that didn’t work, at least she made sure to give her neighbors gummy smiles so that they wouldn’t get too annoyed.
A week and a half after we returned from the east coast, I loaded up the car so that Clara and I could take our first roadtrip to Montreal. I’ve done that drive along the 401 more times than I can count, and the only difference was that this time we stopped for wiggle breaks so that one of us could flail their limbs around and stare at strangers and get their diaper changed before falling back asleep in the car. Montreal was perfect, not just for the chance to catch up with best friends, but to meet the glut of new creatures that arrived since I moved away – babies, puppies! I also ate many foods I missed, and returned to Toronto with the spoils from visits to both the Atwater and Jean-Talon markets. We’ve been eating our way through them ever since, except for the dozen Fairmount bagels that are tucked away safely in the freezer.
In Toronto the weather seems to have skipped straight from winter to summer, and we love it. Clara is now rolling like a champ – all that practice paid off – and her constant drooling yielded two tiny teeth poking up from her bottom gums. At first I could only feel their serrated edges with my finger, but now you can see them when she smiles or cries. Teeth! How do these things happen?