When I opened a fresh oversized bag of Sixlets the other day, I was inspired. I remembered the smell as a child, and as I ate them, the texture of the candy shell instantly brought me back to 5th grade and after school treks to the local gas station where we would buy ridiculous amounts of junk food.

And then, like so often in life, life happened, my injury happened, and my brain wasn’t in the best of places. But…even before I realized I could still be fabulous and in a wheelchair, I reached for food to help me feel better the moment they pulled out my vent tube and let me eat. And the first thing I craved?  Fresca and Stove Top Stuffing (there’s gotta be crack in each).

That first sip of Fresca post-vent made me feel like everything was the same; that nothing bad happened to me after all (if only for the moment I closed my eyes and took the sip).  Food has that magic ability like that.  What was the favorite thing your mom made for you growing up?  For me, every time I eat a cream puff drizzled in hot fudge I think of my grandma’s love and warmth (that I so so dearly miss).  It brings me back to my old life. A short journey into the past.

My spinal cord may be damaged, but my brain