My kitchen is my sanctuary, or so I’ve written about it before. It’s a warm and comforting cave where I can slowly spend hours cooking my fears and insecurities away. Ultimately, this ritual also comforts my aching stomach and does wonders for my broken heart. The smile on the faces of my family and friends…
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I’ve been told that there is no real recipe for making love (pun not intended). Apparently, it usually just happens (again, not intended). But whoever said that is a fool. Love can be made (seriously, get your head out of the gutter). I knew that even from a young age. And it usually starts from…
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