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MEMORIES TURNED INTO RECIPES, recipes turned into stories.
in order to live, sometimes you simply had to leap into the gap left by sorrow, the only hope that you would feel the solid ledge of the other side under your feet as you fell.
had looked at her mother and seen only a woman who thought she could hold a husband with a cocktail of guilt and bitters.
“There’s a difference between taking care of and caring for. That’s something I learned on my silly little walkabout, actually. Think about it.”