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Fresh, Not Frozen

When the dark days came the first time, I stopped cooking. I was nearly 30, I had four very young children, and a husband who was battling demons that nearly took him out of the picture entirely. Chicken casserole gave … Continue reading

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Enough

I was a recent divorcee, and we were traveling to meet the family of the man with whom I was “the other woman.” Everyone had been gracious from afar, but I knew that his mom had been on the other … Continue reading

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