and how if she didn’t see him for another thirty years she would still love him, how she would still love him if he was dead until she was dead too.

Yeah, you were doing a real bang-up job of it. I particularly liked the way you were bruising his fists with your face. A few minutes more and I’m sure your heart would have been on the attack...after it was ripped from your chest. (Kat)

The shared meal elevates eating from a mechanical process of fueling the body to a ritual of family and community, from the mere animal biology to an act of culture.

It was an ongoing struggle to say no, I don&#39;t want to be a part of the perpetuation of this stereotype.

Written By John Amos

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