quinnton's new dad. totally born to be a dad, quinnton thinks he hung the moon, & vice-versa. he adores my sister--constantly & visibly...she deserves it- & gives it right back to him. i've not discovered a limit to his generosity & compassion.
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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