t.r. & brav's mom, ex-husband was a well-known jazz saxophonist. drove a convertible red mustang, had long blond curls & wore silk scarves with nothing under them. i knew that even when i grew up, i'd never be as impossibly sexy & cool.
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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