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stuff I love, lately

When the kirtan singer does something too complicated, and the audience can’t accurately copy it.  I listen to their sweet struggle and smile.  Is that mean?  I don’t mean it mean.  I’ve been there! I eat raw garlic on my food whenever I want, because it’s covid, and no one is smelling my breath except… Read More »

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garlic magic: how we do disability at our house

There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.  It’s about garlic magic.  You ready?  Please kick back, put your feet up, put your hands behind your head, and hear what I have to say about disability and the Queen of Spices. garlic trouble Garlic is my favorite.  But for a while, I couldn’t handle it. … Read More »

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souper veg fest

Laura-Marie is my name–making soup at 3am is my game.  Veg are my darlings.  Oh delicious, the bounty of Earth. The sweet potatoes got overdone but were still pretty good.  The broth was spicy and so delicious.  I was concerned it would be too much ginger.  But ginger, garlic, pepper, salt, and the veg-ness was… Read More »

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no borders

“Did you crush the garlic?  Did you tell it it would never amount to anything?” I asked Ming. He was standing by the bed, eating a carrot.  I was lying on the bed with my feet on two pillows, in the half-dark.  “Yes,” he said. “Did you chop the carrots?” “Yes.” “Did you slice the… Read More »

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flower ministry

I used to think there was one type of physical pain. It hurts–who needs to know more than that. Lately I got an eye corner infection, and to make a long story short, I have a slice of fresh garlic medical taped to my eye corner as I write these words to you, dear reader… Read More »