Food: It’s about More Than Just Sustenance

Two women sitting at the end of a table laden with plates of food.

My sister and I, sharing a meal with friends in Fez, Morocco

Those of you who follow me on Twitter and Facebook know that I’m a foodie. I love everything about food: carefully choosing the ingredients for a lovely meal, the appearance, the aroma. I love food. Love it.

And so I tend to think about it and most certainly micro-blog about it often. Some would say too often.

So I get a lot of flack for my “tweets” that reference food. And so I started to think about why I’m so chatty about  food. I’ve come up with two reasons. Continue reading

The Power of Unconditional Love

Rotary dial phoneThe only two uncluttered surfaces in her dimly-lit room were the single bed in the far left corner and the half of the couch nearest the door. Stacks of dust-laden hat boxes covered a wooden rocking chair; some had even migrated to the floor at the base of the chair, serving as a kind of fortress. Cigar boxes from Stadler’s with cheap “spickled” jewelry and larger shoe boxes with still more costume jewelry were stacked behind and as high as the couch, each supporting the other in a kind of symbiotic relationship. Continue reading