spoiled princess of a girl, but so smart & funny & good-hearted you had to like her. used to gather the girls in her rec room when her parents were out of town...drink margaritas, play poker in silly pj's all night.
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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