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I'm talking about the " Shish Kebab Mediterranean Grill ‎" in Columbus, Ohio. I met the Chef (Mike) in the grocery store, he had a shopping cart full of gallon jugs of milk and I knew it had to be for yogurt - so I asked. Sure enough he makes his own yogurt. Anyplace that makes their own yogurt, well we just had to try it. So I took my husband, Matt, for his birthday. It was a Monday night so things were quiet, the service was perfect, the waiter dignified, helpful and friendly. Oh Lordy, we should have made a dinner of all the fabulous appetizers.(around $5.00 each and big enough for two) So many wonderful things to taste and not enough room in the tummy. The food was fresh and flavors were fabulous. Be sure to try the Turkish wine, it was excellent and aromatic, not your standard glass of red. We ended the meal with Baklava and Turkish coffee, then the waiter read my coffee grounds... how cool is that? Dove

It’s really for all abused people (male - female) who have survived the devastation caused by someone who claimed to love you. In this poem the abuser is the male, it could easily be the female. Mom still communicates like an abused woman, she still wonders if all the horrible things he said about her are possibly true... that maybe she is as bad and at fault as he claims. I hope she will recover and the happy person she once was, will bloom again. The Abuser If he was the foundation you were the solid ground on which he stood. If he was the house you were the roof , the windows with storm shutters and gingerbread trim. Face it my dear through all his bull, you are the flower that bloomed in the middle of his shit.