Category: Father

My Kitchen

For me, the center of my house was the kitchen. At first our kitchen was this dreadful afterthought of a growth hung onto the side

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Potatoes

There is a pot on the stove, steam rising. A dry smell emits itself and the children ask, “What’s for dinner?” Potatoes and Chicken. Potatoes

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Where I am from

Where I am from (I really wish I had more photos–working on it) I am from the Hackensack River and its tributary, the creek which

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