step-cousin, 6 months younger-which mattered a lot when we met at 16. it was christmas eve, i was tanked on 7&7's, he was wearing race car pajamas. we went on to find lots of trouble that wasn't even looking for us.
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.