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And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.Having a ghost boyfriend WASweird

Lisa Schroeder

And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.Having a ghost boyfriend WASweird

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About Lisa Schroeder

Lisa Schroeder is an American chef, restaurateur, and owner of Mother's Bistro in Portland, Oregon. Previously, she opened and owned the Italian restaurant Mama Mia Trattoria.
During Portland's George Floyd protests, Schroeder commissioned artist Xochilt Ruvalcaba to paint murals on the boards on Mother's Bistro as part of the Black Lives Matter art in Portland, Oregon.