Galavant Girl Magazine » Elise McMullen-Ciotti

Shifty September and Ready Apples

Shifty September and Ready Apples

“Autumn will soon arrive at the door, and there will be nothing we can do about it but invite it in and have something to eat….”

“The Chugger”

“The Chugger”

“…most of the time, Lenny’s team battles apathy and fear. They hear a thousand not-nows and pick-someone-elses and I-have-to-think-about-its….”

Independence–and Fried Chicken?

Independence–and Fried Chicken?

“Maybe the idea of the shared, welcoming table is a fitting symbol of independence, and not just a naïve hope….”

Reclaiming Traditions in a Gluten-Free World

Reclaiming Traditions in a Gluten-Free World

“It’s hard to be told that from now on, for the rest of your life, you won’t be able to eat wheat….”

Risk and Dream, Dear Poppies…

Risk and Dream, Dear Poppies…

“Those red poppy-faces stand tall in the sun, bend in the wind, and run over hills, calling to us saying, ‘Why not dream? Why not die? Why not wake again?”

Cake and Ice Cream: A Medicine Meal

Cake and Ice Cream: A Medicine Meal

“…after procuring forks and napkins, she draped herself over the cake and dug in. It was comforting and tasty and made the world right-side up again….”

Honoring the Teapot

Honoring the Teapot

“Drinking tea slows time. When a cup is brought to the lips, there’s a shift in the universe, a moment lingers—holding the world still while we gather the part of ourselves that’s turning loose….”

Herbed Butter and Willingness

Herbed Butter and Willingness

“Before he could even ask…’May I help you?’ I blurted out, ‘I have a miracle happening in my Manhattan apartment. I have basil growing in the window…I’m on the fifth floor between buildings.'”

Take a Bath: The Transitory Nature of Water

Take a Bath: The Transitory Nature of Water

“I was determined to not leave that tub until I had some clarity, and after what seemed like eons, acceptance turned into a knowing…”

How to Make a Pie Crust Without Crying

How to Make a Pie Crust Without Crying

“In November, we find ourselves feeling all kinds of crazy emotions, and wandering around breathing heavily like lost, little badgers….”