A Recipe Is A Story That Ends

... The Wing Of A Fly Is Proof Enough Of The Existence Of God For Me.

The Only Word For Goodness Is Goodness, And It Is Not Enough.

Mama Always Taught Her Children That Words Were Pretty, But Anyone Can Talk. She Said, Pay Attention To That Man Or Woman Who Acted, Who Did, Who Performed. She Taught Us To Trust In Thing We Could See, Not That We Heard.

I Was Born Into The Century In Which Novels Lost Their Stories, Poems Their Rhymes, Paintings Their Form, And Music Its Beauty, But That Does Not Mean I Have To Like That Trend Or Go Along With It.

There Is No Downside To Winning. It Feels Forever Fabulous.