Good morning

            After these months of isolation, there is something indefinably sweet about walking down the path, peering into the kitchen next door, and saying “Good morning!” to my son and daughter-in-law, busily prepping and chatting, background show tunes dancing in the air.
            It’s especially sweet when they serve up a brunch of shakshuka-inspired poached eggs over sautéed chard with onions, cotija cheese, fresh cilantro, and lime out on the front porch.
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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