"mom" i've adopted for my own. cheers me on, & makes it seem like i can do anything. sends unexpected little presents. gets it that sometimes you reallyneed a pedicure. mistakenly thinks she needs me more than i need her.
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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