I’ve written elsewhere about my mother, and her relationship to food growing up during hard times in Eastern Europe. I wrote this poem quite some time ago in honour of her memory, and memories. I think it sits well on…
poem
Something As Simple As An Apple
Back in the days of Covid lockdowns, like everybody, I came to better appreciate how the smallest, simplest thing could make a big difference to a day. We even made it a point to look for things to appreciate while…
