Thinking About

Teen Hunger for Kitchen Freedom

Don’t make me eat on time, Mom

Photo: Michał Kubalczyk/Unsplash

I remember adolescence as a blur of MTV, surges of emotion, behaving as expected at school and as I wished with friends, and never fully grasping that time existed before or beyond me. Nothing felt temporary or budding — all was urgently certain. Every ruddy detail, down to which turtleneck I wore to which…