may or may not live in the parking lot. usually has a kind word for almost everyone and is the unofficial local spanish-to-english translator. without guile, tells me it doesn't make sense to be alive if you're not happy.
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.