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comfort food

Have you ever noticed that the real key to comfort food is having someone else make it for you? That and the food is weird. Dang weird to anyone outside of those making it and those being comforted by it. My mom used to make lumpy malt-o-meal for breakfast. She was a harried chef. Most … Continue reading →

the Bawden ask

I have a fabulous friend who I’ll call Naomi – because that’s her real name. She and her husband have been married ten years.  At some point in those years, Naomi asked her husband to a church dance as if she were asking him to prom – in other words, extravagantly.  I don’t remember all … Continue reading →