partner in the terrible "crime" of helping kyung. we got written up & restricted to barracks for a month for "disobeying a direct order." made this goofy california girl, & that redneck from mississippi much closer than we'd ever have been otherwise.
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.