farmer, former studio-cellist. fell asleep driving their truck, crashed into a ravine- but wasn't hurt. her husband painted a mural on the truck that says "Oh- Oh My! We are Blessed!" & it still sounds that joyful message everywhere they go.
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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