Our founder in spirit,. From all across the dial. San Jose, The Golden State. Writer, photographer, doodler, chaser of The Muse. My poetry and fiction have appeared in many and varied print and virtual journals. Author of The Jewel in the Moment. This is Not My Heart. Fine Words Butter No Parsnips. Thee Temple ov Psychick Blah.

There is no love sincerer than the love of food. A little girl who refuses to grow up and also found a little boy to play games with. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you may work. Handsomest Chef in da world. Monday, September 11, 2006. Potatoes, cubed - 2. Tomatoes, chopped - 2. Onion, chopped - 1.

When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Friday, August 05, 2016. Not because I felt other people had lovable spouses but why was it a challenge to post a picture with your spouse to prove your love. What kind of mental crap was this? I knew I would fail at that horribly because The Mr and I hardly take any photos together.

Saturday, September 30, 2006. There was no sound of milkman stashing the milk and newspaper in the mornings at the door step. Who cares! I had wiped the milk carton clean the previous night! Shut the phone tight. Tea, without milk it shall be. Five minutes and lot of boiling later, a dark brown liquid emerged. It was so transparent, I could apparently see the bottom of the Ikea cup. It did not look like tea, how would it taste like o.