food_is_love raze her little white house was the place everyone came back to when they were in trouble. she used to say, "they bring me their problems. i make them food. they eat. i listen. they feel better. then they go home." if there's truth in the old adage that food is love, she was something like proof_positive. i wish she'd lived long enough for me to make more than a few murky memories of her. 220614 ... ovenbird And all my dreams are smorgasbords. These days every disaster comes with a side of roast chicken and an apple pie. Even when an earthquake is threatening to tear the ground beneath me apart, I have time for chocolate chip cookies in the hotel lobby. I think you did this. There’s always something to eat, even in the darkest dark, even when I’m being chased by murderers in a dingy parking garage, even then there’s braised lamb being served by security guards on the eighth floor. Every drawer contains a strudel. Every department store has bread baking beside the bras. This is what I know: you will never let me go hungry, not while breath stirs yeast and flour into living poems inside your chest. 260318 what's it to you? who go blather from