No matter how old you are when you lose that second parent, you’re an orphan. It’s not the same as when you’re 5 or even 15, but when you’re 50ish it’s lonely.

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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 [...]

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I’m a wacky old lady magnet, as in, I attract wacky old ladies.
This is Claire. I finally stopped to take her picture. I just love how EVERYTHING is red. Right down the shopping cart, the reusable shopping bags and get this, the red Chuck Taylor hi-tops. We met in front of the post office. She [...]

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