only child of parents who loved each other & her. we did "shows" with jumprope microphones--everyone thought i wanted to wear her tiara because i was oldest. really-- i wanted to be the loved princess who'd have her own tiara.
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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HA! Love it.
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