Kitchen window, Main Street
February, something bland
cook up whatever you have on hand
follow up with washing dishes and promises of something sweet
Photography, short stories, accidental poetry. Memoir. Interpretations of an unanticipated bend in life. For all the unexpected hard, soft places that we have landed under the infinite vast skies of hope. This is our story…
Kitchen window, Main Street
February, something bland
cook up whatever you have on hand
follow up with washing dishes and promises of something sweet