Who killed the pork chops?

I’m in love with the world.

I’ve been reading since I was 3 and cooking since I learned that bread & butter pickles and peanut butter sandwiches weren’t exactly sustaining (jury’s still out).

I started a blog when I was 12, because I’ve always had a lot in my head I needed to put somewhere. I like to think my writing has gone somewhere better, while my readership has plummeted. Strange how that works.

I write for me. My muse says I need to muse.

–We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision. Allen Ginsberg, “Sunflower Sutra” Berkeley, 1955