Food Funeral

I have a blog project called Food Funeral, where I’m collecting stories about grief and food. The tagline is “Stories About Love, Loss and Stuffing Your Face” because you gotta be pithy about death, right? Tonight, I am really loving the experience. It’s so funny, because it always seems like everything takes so. much. work. And I have these amazing ideas, but because everything always. takes. so. much. work, it’s a drag to pester people into following through, or to be brave enough to bring it up in the first place, or to spend time worrying that I’ll let peoples’ submissions sit too long, or that I’ll drop the project before I get to my goal of 60 stories.

But tonight, 25 people have gone to the blog since I posted a new submission to my Faceboo page 25 minutes ago (as opposed to the daily average of 2), I have my first follower, and another submission that is very close to completion. And the conversations and connections I am making with strangers and friends alike are so satisfying. I love creating this little tribe of people and their stories. I’m doing my idea some justice tonight. Yay, moi.

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