Got slapped across the face hard with grief this morning. I went to the latin american grocer to get pan dulce, and as I waited in line I went to text Gwen. A few times in 2020-2021, she went to this store and bought me all her mexican faves, and dropped them on my doorstep and we waved from afar. And before isolation times, her and I would go to our fave panaderia every time I was in town, buy like a dozen items for $10, and eat them at the beach with iced coffee. My love for pan dulce is inextricably linked to my love for my dead best friend and that is beautiful and precious and painful.
























