of those cousins, he was the teddybear-est. patient, smiled easily, kept us safe. then he decided to keep the city safe & became a cop. took some time, but he doesn't smile much anymore or have a hint of softness left.
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.