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Fresh Strawberry Pie
One of the best jobs I ever had was working as a waitress at a local sandwich shop in my hometown when I was a teenager. The owner (my boss) was a kind, quiet woman who came into work at dawn to begin baking breads and rolls for the sandwiches. Later in the morning, she…
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Gilded
I recently watched this documentary about the Gilded Age on PBS. It discusses the closing decades of the nineteenth century and the rapid expansion of population, wealth and production in the United States. The era inspired waves of political change, including the first march on Washington and the rise of the Populist movement. It eventually gave way…
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Butter Chicken Comfort
I was sitting at a company luncheon and overheard a colleague talking to the CEO about a local Indian restaurant. They were discussing all the different food options there (all of which sounded much better than the cafeteria-style food in front of me at that time). Amongst the buffet of items, “Butter Chicken” was mentioned…
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Pretty Guardian
I’m currently watching the original Japanese Sailor Moon cartoon. I might be a bit too old for it, but the show came to mind recently so I decided to check it out. I watched the english dubbed version as a kid, but this one is a little different than what I remember. Anyway, I’m glad…
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Explain Yourself
There’s nothing new to say No phrase to explain how to stir your soul Knowing the want is unattainable But still, I pine Call me a tree then Maybe I’ll grow taller Instead of stagnant water molding the forest floor Puddles breeding mosquito pits Call me disease then Maybe I’ll infest the cracks Of the…
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Tater Soup Spell
Potatoes are one of my favorite foods. Tasty and versatile, they are a staple in my kitchen. I especially love them mashed, salted and buttered. Mom would make us tater soup occasionally. It’s a good meal when you need to feed a bunch of hungry folks in a short amount of time – an obstacle…
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Do not be alarmed. This is only a test.
Still yet, afraid to write. Must I fear the audience? Scarlet bags packed, running. Too hard to unsack the rancid memories. Youth spinning away as fast as the merry-go-round turning. Mind churning. Dizzy and dignified, I ask to stop. The operator reassures me to not be alarmed. This is only a test.