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I belong here

In case you’re looking for a sign.  I belong here. That one is about community and emotional pain.  It could also be about palbearing or moving house.  Or installing a washing machine or some shit. It’s fun to make signs, and my friend I mailed one to put it on her bathroom mirror.  She posted… Read More »

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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 »

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zucchini is not punishment

veg tricks I used to see zucchini as a punishment.  We grew too much in our garden, a few years, when I was a kid. My best friend got mad at me because my mom kept making me give zucchini to her mom, and my best friend was tired of eating it.  Hahahaha!  Sorry about… Read More »

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veg in rice helps my life

Here I am with the eucalyptus tree I really love, and its new fence. We found this burnt out church.  Weird, huh.  It has a community garden behind it.  Finding the garden felt strange like a dream.  I used to always dream of finding gardens, but usually they were my own that I had forgotten… 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 »