I am writing this barely an hour since the US Congress passed a bill aimed at profoundly altering our healthcare system, all in the name of selfishness and capitalism. If this bill ever became law, people like me, with a serious or chronic disease, no matter how far in the past, would be charged considerably more for health insurance than healthy people, with no cap.
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I frequently go for hikes in the mountains and canyons that surround Los Angeles, or in the desert a couple of hours from the city. I marvel at the views, at the wildlife large and small and at the flora but, especially with the flora, I have no idea what I am looking at. I could no sooner identify a brush or a plant than I could a mathematical equation. And it’s my loss, stemming from living in a culture that doesn’t place much value in such knowledge.
We said goodbye as if it were the end of school: email addresses exchanged, and the vague promise, most likely not kept, to see each other again.
J, who exudes altruism from every pore, brought gift bags for each and one of us. P, who professes not to cook, tried to keep us healthy with a kale salad, a mission I destroyed with my sinful cake. Both joy and sadness filled our pockets.
Risotto is the dish I most commonly put on the dinner table when I don’t have much time. As long as I have arborio rice, stock (veggie or chicken), Parmesan and any other ingredients to throw in, mainly in the form of vegetables, I can have dinner ready in 20 minutes or so, having dirtied only one pot.