WHY A WAFFLE?
The story behind the name—and why being imperfect is kind of the point.
gathering the ingredients
Why a Waffle?
Because I never once made a “perfect” looking Waffle.
You know the kind—clean edges, golden crisp, symmetrical. Typically frozen and bland.
My waffles were fugly, but… they still tasted amazing.
That stuck with me.
Because my life has looked exactly like that:
Terrible on paper. Uneven. Messy. I guess ‘interesting’ is a word you could use.
Waffle over time, became something more than its original intent. But I keep it as a symbol of this strange, non-linear, beautifully wonky path I’ve walked.
Waffle is the shape of my nervous system relearning safety.
It’s the bite-sized experiments I’ve run to stay alive. To learn another weird lay about how I respond and react.
Yeah, Messy. But butter is delicious and the flavor still comes through.
Because I’d rather be myself more than anything else.
This work—this site, my classes, the music, the art—is my experiment.
Built from a lot of mistakes, and the ridiculous love of a dog named Braddah.
If your waffle came out weird too, you’re in the right place.
Let’s learn (or re-learn) how to be present. Beginning with what your body has been trying to tell you..
@whatsyourwaffle
@whatsyourwaffle
“Everything. OK, I’ll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... when my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out!
...but the worst thing I ever done: I mixed up all this fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. And I never felt so bad in my entire life!
I’m beginning to like this kid, Ma!”