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
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ephemeral ancestors
second day of february and she'd already dreamt of her twice there, by the river, draped in her rubies and pearls standing in socks with a cupful of tea, i wonder if i'll ever see her again her sadness the hero i saw when i drew her in tie dye, in crayon
Grammy
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