M is for…
(Photo: I is for Infinity Pool.) I realized when I looked back on my day yesterday that it was full of Ms. My day began as it does no matter where I am, writing in my journal, writing about Marcus, writing to Marcus. In this case I was in Mexico drinking Madomi coffee. This was […]
Enough Pie, Pass Me the Salt
My friend Matt once said to me, “Beth, you’re happiest when you’re baking pies.” If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, then you know I have been baking a lot of pie lately and it’s not eradicating my grief. How much more fucking pie can I make before I stop feeling suicidal over […]
Portland Tribune Pie Feature, What It Feels Like To Be In The Paper
It’s a funny feeling to walk by a newsstand and see a picture of your own hands prominently displayed on the front page of a newspaper. I knew Portland Tribune was coming out with a front-page article about pie, because I had been interviewed and photographed for the story, but you never know how it’s […]
Gina Hyams’ Q&A with The Pie Evangelist (That’s Me!)
I have a new friend in pie and her name is Gina Hyams. (That’s her in the picture.) We met in January through a Yahoo! group for journalists (thank you, David Hochman), where I posted a request seeking pie ideas for the TV pilot. Gina replied, “As long as we’re on the subject of pie, […]
Seasons of Grief: Seven Months Later
Seven months ago today the date was August 19, 2009. That was the day my life changed forever. That was the day Marcus, my husband who was healthy, smart, funny, sexy, gorgeous, fit and, okay, yes, sometimes annoying (he wasn’t perfect, we’re not going to canonize him here), died of a ruptured aorta. One minute […]
When Pie is Not Enough
I had a hard week. I won’t bother going into details, but it had something to do with what I later learned is called a “grief burst.” Just when I thought I was doing soooooo much better. Hmmmph. At least it helps to define these things so you know you’re “normal” and thus deeming it […]
Pie and Pancakes in Seattle
I’m in Seattle at the Seattle Pie Company, a new pie shop in the Magnolia neighborhood run by a darling young blond woman with the world’s most welcoming smile. It’s a sweet little spot with a big display of crumble-topping pies filling the space – four giant shelves packed with fruity, homemade-looking, county fair-comfort food […]
Goodbye, Bob
Death is part of life. I continue to be reminded of this almost daily. Yesterday, on the day that marked six months of Marcus’ passing, I learned that Bob Webb, father of my friend Mimi, died. He passed away a few weeks ago, I was told by Betty, my Texas landlord who just lost her […]
Return to Portland: Taking a Step Forward
Seeing as I’ve been paying rent for the last two months on my apartment sitting empty in Portland, I finally extracted myself from Southern California and the fame-and-fortune-seeking life as an aspiring TV star of a pie series to return to my own reality show. Rain. Taxes. Unpacking. Unemployment. PHOTO: Shoes of Swan Island. Random […]
Wind in the Cactus
Have you ever stopped and listened to the sound of wind blowing through the thorns of a Saguaro cactus? It creates a gentle, calming whooshing noise, kind of like a pie as its fruit filling bubbles in the oven. When I can’t be in Arizona any longer I’ll have to put my head in the […]