mothered everybody...told me once if she won the lottery, she'd quit her job & go to children's hospital every day to rock the babies. the wisdom she imparted: if the inside of your purse is messy, so is your life.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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And don't dump it on my table, right?
right! how'd you know?!?! :^)
Uh oh...
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