when i went to that family reunion...took one look, enfolded me in a bear hug, & said "jerry's daughter, i'd have known you anywhere." his warm wise blue eyes left no doubt--known or not, i was welcome & i belonged.
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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Oh, so wonderful.
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