cabbie in limerick, gave me a tour including the homes of the cranberries. loved clinton & said there was work for him in ireland if we didn't want him. invited him to san diego for golf- a year later, he showed up!
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.