SONG AND STORY AT THE END
When I realized that grandma’s hand-written pie-crust recipe was somehow lost in the chaos of sifting through the leftovers of her life, it felt like she died a second time.
I crumbled like dough left to dry.
I ca…
SONG AND STORY AT THE END
When I realized that grandma’s hand-written pie-crust recipe was somehow lost in the chaos of sifting through the leftovers of her life, it felt like she died a second time.
I crumbled like dough left to dry.
I ca…