Sunday, April 29, 2018

111/365/People in 56/Deb

She made a power-greens soup for our flu-bound neighbor, then brought me a delicious quart. To me, she’s a domestic goddess, knowing not only what to provide when, but how. Her strength is quiet, constant. I try not to compare myself with her. She wouldn’t want me to. It wouldn’t even occur to her I might.


  1. I wish I knew what to provide when, and how. That last sentence makes me like her.

  2. Anyone who brings you homemade soup is a keeper.