i said i wanted to travel, but couldn't imagine how it would be possible. she encouraged me with her complete confidence that i'd find the way. and sent me off on the first of many journeys with wise, joyful words.
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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