"war buddy" of stepdad #1. from kentucky, was proud to be a country boy. adopted my grandma as his surrogate mom. drove for pepsi until a "reduction in force" sent him home after 22 years. taught me to ride a horse.
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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