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
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
My mother had a real knack of embarrassing her children on a regular basis. She is and always has been a real piece of work.
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
I think it’s brave that you go to Whole Foods even though you might run into someone you know and have an awkward conversation about
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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