Months after, a close friend (none of my family) told me I died five times on the operating table. Write about the closest call you had to becoming dust.

Vanilla,chocolate, musk, oregano, garlic, onions, rosemary, lavender, basil, flowers, fresh baked bread, cookies, gasoline, bleach, rain, cinnamon, dirt, smoke, lemons, fish, sweat, rose, jasmine, mint. What smell takes you back? Where does it take you?

Describe your idea of bliss.

Describe a time when your heart hurt.