On Banana Bread

My grandma can only eat unripe bananas because of this special diet she's on. So, when the bananas got too ripe for her to eat, I made banana bread. Yesterday was tough for me because, the night before, I had a PTSD-related panic attack. The next afternoon, I was still dealing with the residual effects… Continue reading On Banana Bread


I’ll go to visit you  In the green fields of my youth  Your skin as soft as flowers  That dot the hillside  My mother she will hold  Your hand until she knows  That you will safely make it Through her memories  I remember summer treats Blueberries between my teeth  Raw cane sugar in a little… Continue reading Grammy