The Unwritten Recipe

grief for what you were never told, never taught

Dear Crumbheads,

No one passed it down. No one showed you. The Unwritten Recipe is grief for the guidance that never came.

. . .

You don’t have to fake certainty. Let the question be sacred.
I once asked for a family recipe and got a shrug. So I wrote my own.

What do you wish someone had shown you?

Begin anyway. Your hands know more than they admit.