Pop-up Poetry Reading!
Happy Gratitude Week! As we head into the holiday season, I’ve been thinking a lot about family and all the amazing memories from my childhood.
One of my recent poems, Echoes of Mom’s Kitchen, was calling out to me and begging to be read. My goal with this poem is to put you right in the room with me as I run around the kitchen on a bustling late fall morning. It also happens to be the very true story of when I ate a pound of bacon because I couldn’t resist that salty crunch.
When I look back on mornings like these today — and especially this time of year — I laugh, I smile, and I tear up…
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