mushroom soup

who would have thought that I would end up here.  I think too much about how do I make my daughters life good for her.  I wonder why I have so little memory of times from my past...  is it because of how I abused my brain for so many years?  did that do it?  Have I blocked it out?  Is it really in there somewhere?  

little things will remind me. A post the other day where a friend was making Melissa's mushroom soup. possibly the best mushroom soup recipe I have ever gotten... a little truffle oil on top and it is the most perfect dish. I loved doing dinner with Melissa, it spurred me on to do something good myself, and to be adventurous. I want to find that again, perhaps within myself. I am not fearful with food, but as with a lot of things... I need a push. sigh.