As I hugged my sister Bec goodbye yesterday evening, the smell of jambalaya and gumbo still in the air and the dusting of powdered sugar from the beignets still on my jeans, we speculated as to why this particular gathering each year is so much fun. 440 more words
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A long time ago in practically another lifetime, I dated a mixologist.
He was basically THE BOMB when it came to making cocktails.
And the nice thing about relationships, even when they end, is that you learn something new from each and every person you date. 277 more words
France. What a silly place, am I right? They eat frogs, they’re on their, like, millionth government since the Revolution, and they keep needing us ‘Muricans to save them during world wars. 1,916 more words