stepdad #2. loves my mother. & she drives him crazy too. but he can't stand conflict w/ her or meeting her drive-him-nuts-qualities head-on. so he's always found those things he hates in her, in me, whether or not they're actually there.
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 where, oh where has Dawna gone?
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