Green Eggs and Ham

The way a mother cuts meat, relearned from a stranger on YouTube.

Maangchi peeled the skin off an Asian pear with the giant knife pulled toward her, just like Mom did when she cut Fuji apples for me after school on a little red cutting board, before eating the left-over fruit from the core. Just like Mom, chopsticks in one hand, scissors in the other, cutting galbi and cold naengmyeon noodles with a specifically Korean ambidextrous precision. Skillfully stretching out the meat with her right hand and cutting it into bite-sized pieces with her left, using kitchen scissors like a warrior brandishes a weapon.

Crying in H Mart · Michelle Zauner

Ένα ημερολόγιο που δεν θέλει να το λένε ημερολόγιο

First of all, let me get something straight: This is a JOURNAL, not a diary. I know what it says on the cover, but when Mom went out to buy this thing I SPECIFICALLY told her to get one that didn’t say “diary” on it. Great. All I need is for some jerk to catch me carrying this book around and get the wrong idea.

Ημερολόγιο ενός σπασίκλα · Jeff Kinney

The friend everyone counts on, and what it costs to share him.

That’s Douglas. I count on him for everything. If I was stranded on a desert island and could only take one thing, it’d be Douglas. We can share him if you want.

Where the Wild Things Are · Maurice Sendak