old-school nurse, & consummate mother-hen, diagnosed my dvt before I'd even heard of dvt, probably saved my life. you don't have to have dinner with her to know that she cooks comfort food & means it, in a bright, cheerful, sensuous kitchen.
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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Thank god for Judy!
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