was already my godmother. already someone who'd always, always, no matter what, be on my side. her casual mothering love was so welcome & so bemusing to my complicated & anxious & screwy kid-self. on top of it all, she gave me dewey.
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.