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Isn’t she exquisite? A lovely one like her greeted me yesterday morning as soon as I 
opened the front door. Normally, I would’ve hightailed it back inside the house, called the j-o-b and taken the day off. Yes, I’m that squicky with insects. They’re all out to get me!
But this beautiful creature didn’t scare me at all. I stood there for a long moment just looking at her. Or should I say hir?
My grandmother’s idea of comfort food was a pot of beans (red or pinto) with some kind of smoked pork and diced potato over white rice. Seriously delicious! I remember asking her if it was an Irish dish and that two foot nothing woman looked me dead in the eye and said,”Yes, it is sweetie.”
Grief is an exquisite taunting monster.
our dance left the
Met her in the parking lot as she was leaving the store that I was entering. I waited for her beautiful smiling self to exit and our convo went like this: