Erin M

Joined May 2025

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Arizona Girl in a Culinary World. Priorities: food, travel, and a little adventure on the side.

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Slow and Steady
Plan ahead. Plan far far ahead It won’t work if you suddenly vanish People will look for you Take your time Save money
By Erin M7 months ago in Poets
I Want to Make You Cry
I want to make you cry To make you feel pain To embarrass you I want you to regret what you did It hurt me, the things you said
By Erin M7 months ago in Poets
All I Hear Is Screaming. Content Warning.
All I Hear Is Screaming My name is Catriona Heath. Everyone calls me Cat. It seems my whole life to this point has been shaped by one defining moment that I cannot even remember. My mother was killed when I was 15 months old. A violent home invasion that ended with my mother being stabbed to death while trying to protect me from thieves that insisted there were more valuables in the house to be stolen. They never caught the assailants. Murderers. They never caught the murderers. Growing up without a mother wasn’t easy. Although, I don’t have an alternative to compare it to. My dad did his best and has always been there for me. To this day, he is the first person I call when I have good news or need advice or just want to laugh. He’s my rock. My grandmother, my mom’s mother, was an amazing woman who showered me with love and attention until the day she died. She and the mass of female cousins I have provided me with more maternal and sisterly support during my childhood than you can imagine. My cousins are more like sisters to me and we’ve remained close as we’ve become adults and ventured onto our own paths.
By Erin M7 months ago in Fiction
Crushing Guilt. Content Warning.
A letter to my father: I’m sorry I wasn’t there Dad, I miss you. Father’s Day is coming up and I think of you more often than usual. I miss your voice and your laugh and your sense of humor. I miss everything about you, even the things that always annoyed me. You’re gone now and my life will never be the same. I grieve for you every day. It’s been almost nine years since you died and I still cry everytime I think of you. I want to be mad at you for leaving me, but it wasn’t your fault. Cancer sucks. And even when they told you it was terminal and you might have little more than 6 months to live, you fought with everything you had and made it three years past your diagnosis.
By Erin M7 months ago in Confessions
The Mask in the Mirror
What do you see when you look at me? Do you see what I see? Is there a trick of the light that distorts what you see? Or does it distort what I see?
By Erin M7 months ago in Poets
The Judgement In His Eyes
The Judgement In His Eyes He thinks I don’t notice, but I do. I see the glances and the arch of his brow when he thinks I’m not looking. Deep emerald eyes I love so much. On rare occasions, those eyes hold nothing but love and admiration - but only briefly. Mostly they are indifferent. But if I look closely, I see the judgement. I don’t appreciate him enough. I don’t show him enough affection. I show too much affection. I don’t love him the way he wants and needs to be loved.
By Erin M7 months ago in Fiction
Book Review: The Last Lecture
Book Review of “The Last Lecture” Book by Jeffrey Zaslow and Randy Pausch I loved and hated this book at the same time. This book is about Professor Randy Pausch and his life-ending journey with pancreatic cancer. The book was published posthumously with Jeffrey Zaslow providing the finishing touches and ending to the book after Pausch passed. I love this book because it is an honest and intimate perspective from someone dealing with the challenge of cancer. Pausch explains in detail his emotions, thoughts, and actions as he goes through diagnosis, symptoms, treatments, and physical deterioration.
By Erin M7 months ago in BookClub
Use Your Words
Use Your Words Words matter They hurt, they sooth They lie and they reveal What are your words Where do they come from
By Erin M7 months ago in Poets
CaucAsian
CaucAsian Part 2: A Taste of Home For most people, there’s a certain nostalgia that reminds us of home when we encounter specific things. It could be a sound or a smell or even a scenario. You hear it or smell it or see it and it brings you back to your childhood home for just a second. It is different for everyone. For me, the feeling comes over me whenever I walk into an Asian grocery store. Some combination of Asian languages being spoken and the smell of spices and seafood takes me back to my paternal grandparents house instantly. My grandfather was always cooking something. It’s a family joke that no one on my dad’s side of the family is ever full. They are always eating something and will always offer to feed guests repeatedly. A trait I inherited for sure. Whenever we would visit Grandpa’s house the first thing he did was feed us, and the last thing he did before we left was send food home with us. Indonesian, Chinese, and Thai food (or some fusion of all of them) are favorites. And there must always be rice. Always.
By Erin M7 months ago in Families
CaucAsian
CaucAsian Part 1 CaucAsian Complexion As I write this, the United States is in turmoil. Everything in this country is, at minimum, a point of contention, and on average, one political movement from casualties. The public and the politicians question and debate every topic from those that shape individualism to those that shape grocery purchases. It’s scary and it’s dangerous. In so many ways. Recently, I’ve found myself reminiscing about the way I grew up. I realize now how naive I was at the time to not have noticed how different I am. And what a wonderful gift it is to be different.
By Erin M7 months ago in Families
Think Like A Peanut
Think Like A Peanut I have never understood how my father’s mind works. I’ve been a daddy’s girl my entire life - I would even say my dad is one of my best friends. However, as close as we are, I have never been able to figure out how someone so funny and innocent and gullible can also be the strongest, bravest, and most profound person I’ve ever met. He has the capacity to take on what life has dealt him with a nonchalance that is simultaneously inspiring and irritating. We’ll be having a conversation, completely innocuous, and suddenly he says something completely off the wall about life or society or relationships; it comes out of nowhere - and it makes perfect sense.
By Erin M7 months ago in Families

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Slow and Steady

I Want to Make You Cry

All I Hear Is Screaming. Content Warning.

Crushing Guilt. Content Warning.

The Mask in the Mirror

The Judgement In His Eyes

Book Review: The Last Lecture

Use Your Words

CaucAsian

CaucAsian

Think Like A Peanut

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