navy man, missed most of his kids' childhoods. by the time i knew him, he played dolls with me for hours, stopped every time i wanted to look closer while we were walking, answered a million questions. told me stories.
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.
1 comment:
Oooo, lucky you.
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