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This summer my husband Steve became a tomato evangelist. Every day when I come home, I find him out in the garden, communing with his tomato plants. It all began when our neighbor (a paramedic and an avid amateur gardener very aptly named Denise Gardner) gave us six heirloom tomato plants she had germinated from seeds.

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I don’t know about you, but I have a terrible affliction called “I never know when to throw something away.” You may know this affliction by its other name, “hoarding.” OK, look, before you get all grossed out, it’s not like you have to weave through piles of old newspapers to get into my house. I don’t have stacks of moldy books and magazines lining the hallways. Nobody opens a closet door and has a bunch of Christmas decorations come crashing down on them.