“There may be no secrets in small towns, but there are no strangers either.”-R. A. Mathis My new parents lived in Indian Head, a pretty prairie town about 40 minutes east of Regina, Saskatchewan. Surrounded by flat wheat fields, the town was visible from a distance because of a dozen tall, white elevators filled with grain …
For some time, I’ve been wanting to write about my journey with food. I know, that sounds strange. But think about it. If there’s one thing we have in common, it’s eating. And for each of us, that eating can be a lot of trial and journey. It seems that every day we’re told something …
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