The kitchen is where we deal with elements of the universe. It is where we come to understand our past and ourselves.
~ Laura Esquivel
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My mom died two years ago today. This was her kitchen. My dad made the pegboard rack and I'm not sure how old the spices in the spice rack were. And today none of this looks the same. Time changes things. Time changes memory.
Time even changes the meaning of things - advice, history, songs. Like, you know that one song? I used to not have a lot of feelings about the line that goes, "Sometimes I feel like a motherless child"? Now I feel like that all the time... Because I am.
(pause)
It's okay. My mom would have laughed at that.














