Food Poem – What I learned from my Mother by Julia Kasdorf
Hope you find this poem that offers food like flowers as a form of healing presence, as reassuring as I do. Happy Tuesday my fellow hungry philosophers. I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies… Read More Food Poem – What I learned from my Mother by Julia Kasdorf