surfer chick-goddess with a weakness for big ole cars. which wouldn't mesh with her greener-than-anyone-i-know life, unless she made them all run on french fry oil. which she does. squeezes more juice out of one day than i do most weeks.
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.