this is an ode to my freind courtenay.
she is a chef.
she is one of my dearest friends and accompaniment to life.
tonight i took her out for supper,
and then she took me out for dessert.
i have just come away from her house with the following books
kitchen confidential, anthony bourdain
vagina monologues, eve ensler
my year of meats, ruth ozeki
stanley park, timothy taylor
the god of small things, arundhati roy
to courtenay, who doesn't have a computer,
i totally love you. you are one of the most freeing, non judgmental person i've ever known.
and i've begun to understand vulnerability because of it..of you.