I feel no fear. We are able to enjoy an afternoon walk without looking over our shoulders apart from watching for the occasional coyote. This is partly because of our privilege to live where we do in a safe town, but because we also blend in rather well. In many ways we look a lot…
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Day 6: Keep traditions
I’m rather forgetful. I wish I was different, that certain things sparked my memory or haunted my thoughts, but nothing sticks for too long. One of the things I’m particularly bad at is dates. I would forget my own birthday was coming if Facebook didn’t remind me of it. So of course, as life often…
Ingredients
Today my husband went through something I remember far too well myself. He cooked a few (delicious!) Peruvian dishes since we had a friend coming over for a Road to Morocco movie night. After the careful shopping, chopping and assembling, both the causa and mushroom ceviche were ready. When I arrived home from work I saw nothing…
Brown Bag Adventures 