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food is love

Posted on November 10, 2009 by the jodi

I talk all the time about how I don’t remember events, but I do remember meals. The good, the bad and the ugly, but most of the time the food I remember is associated with a person who has touched me. Food is Love. God is Love too, but food is a lot easier to whip up and give to someone than God. My grandmother made the Worlds Best Pork Chops. My happiest childhood memories were in her kitchen. She … Continue reading →

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peeing on my own leg

Posted on August 11, 2009 by the jodi

I’ve had to let go of resentments that aren’t in my best interest. I’m not sure any resentment is ever in my best interest. What’re those sayings? Resentments are like taking poison and waiting for your enemy to die? Or like peeing on your own leg–no one feels it but you? Two years ago I was turned down for a graduate education program, a blessing in disguise. I’ve been told my whole life that I look like a school teacher, … Continue reading →

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cookie monster

Posted on August 9, 2009 by the jodi

I went on an audition this week, a casting call on craigslist for a print ad for cookies. I’m pretty crazy about cookies, so in the spirit of this whole reinvention thing, I took the bait. I sat in a cramped anteroom for twenty minutes as a handful of people went in but oddly, no one came back out. I was a little suspicious, I always am – daddy was a con man, after all, and okay, I’ve been guilty … Continue reading →

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