Dangerous Compassions

soup freedom

I used to think soup was a big deal.  I’d chop garlic and onions intensely, all psyched out.  Soup!  Serious stuff! Several servings–soup in the fridge, for days.  Where’s my bay leaves?  Put on an apron!  Open a window to let out steam! Now I’m laughing at the past me.  Life is so different.  Now,… Read More »