Recipes for Trouble

I’ve always believed that love stories should be written about friends.
The sweetness of their casual love,
the juiciness of their gossip
the thrill of sharing a meal.

There’s no ceremony, no legal process
no champagne
when someone enters your life and becomes
a lifelong friend.

But there is often celebration.

And meals. Lots of meals.
Babies, children, cats.
Books, films, music videos.

Friends are an archive
a witness
a board of experts
a think tank
a Greek chorus.

an inspiration

a comedy routine.

a home away from home.

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