When I tell people I cook everything from scratch, I get one of three responses: “Good for you,” “I don’t cook,” and “Why?”
Which begs me to think, “Have we truly lost the art form of creating a delicious meal?” 395 more words
I’ll get right to it. Because it’s lunch time.
There was a time when saying someone was a woman meant she couldn’t hold office, be trusted to manage her emotions, speak her opinion, own stuff or vote. 753 more words