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If I pick up some bits and pieces of life in Africa – stones, a leaf, a seedpod – and string them on a thread of hope, perhaps I can loop it around my soul to hold it up – strengthen it. There is beauty among the rubble, laughter amidst the sadness.
SPICES IN THE STREET I have cooked for fifty-one years. In that time my cooking ranged from down-home, and southern comforting to international, and French cuisine, as well as American trending, and California cool. Si
This was posted on September 24 before candle lighting. Todays surprise is a rose. The last rose of summer. The last rose of the Jewish calendar year. It somehow seems appropriate. It was new this morning, but shows some tears in the petals, an