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I know he meant well. Many years ago things weren’t going so well. He provably prayed for something nice to say as I stared blankly waiting for it. “Well,” he started, “did you know? As a matter of fact, ‘When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” “Lemon sorbet?” I sorted, 2% listening from shock still. “I guess, if that’s all you have,” he smarted back. “Oh, I have plenty of lemonade. Extra’s frozen in freezer bags.” “Of course you would, foodie chef.” I’m a Pacific Northwest transplant foodie, where happiness really lives. I gave him the last word out of respect somewhere deep within my feeble mind. Trauma ages you in slow motion after awhile. Welcome to where “Happiness is….”