The other night, I said something my mother used to say all the time when I was growing up. "The kitchen is closed!" It was out of my mouth before I even realized I was saying it. The kitchen is always such a big part of a home, isn't it? It's where you gather around to share a meal. It's ... READ the POST
The Kitchen Is Closed + I stretch those poetic muscles…
The kitchen is where little fires are put out, and big ones can happen. It's where our lives get lived. Where little bits of our mothers get absorbed into ourselves when we're too busy to notice.
