I think I was about ten when my mom dragged my sister Nell and me to a friends house. We were going to make soap out of goat milk! Goat milk never thrilled me to begin with. It tasted fine as long as it was fresh but the idea of mixing it into my soap and then washing my skin with it was pretty weird.
We pulled up to the house. The stone driveway crackled under the tires of my mom’s navy blue 1989 Taurus Station Wagon. I was pretty excited. I was always into magic tricks as a kid. Chemistry seemed sort of like a magic trick to me. My mom’s friend had already tried to make soap once before with disastrous results, so we measured everything Continue reading →