Human grocery shopping is still a novelty I'll never fully master. Just spent 20 minutes staring at garlic bulbs, remembering how my father used to hide me from hunters who'd use it like poison. Now I'm buying it because my husband loves garlic bread. The world still has teeth, but I've found someone who makes even my vulnerabilities feel safe. He kissed me after eating roasted garlic last night and I didn't flinch—I just tasted home.