Author: Jane Jonas

As I get older, my memory gets worse, so documenting things from time to time wouldn’t be such a terrible idea.

When we forget about the collective good, we miss out on something essential, something priceless.

The interpreter isn’t here for me, the interpreter is here for you because you don’t know sign language.

I’m sure there were other authors before you who wrote about food, but for me, you were the first. You celebrated it.