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My Valentine’s Day Crush
Ahhh, love is in the air today, to all of you lovebirds painting the town red tonight… well, I’m a slight bit jealous, but that’s ok. I’m ok with it, really, I am. Even my single self can get excited about things like cute lingerie on Valentine’s Day. What’s a Valentine’s Day anyway without Lingerie? This is probably where I should come clean that I am not a chocolate eater.
grain-fed
Legs. That’s what they called her. She packed the grinder, her six kids and a bag of barley and headed for a hollow in the hills of Kentucky. Three thousand miles and no food save for some milk souring in her oft-trampled bosom. On arrival, she clamped the metal contraption to a beam that held up the dirt floor cabin, fattened the fire. Her upright children whipped the handle one by one to see who could fill a bread pan full of flour fastest. Pancakes griddled on the wood stove. Legs boiled down sorghum from the cane she had harvested in the fields. After feasting, her heavily biceped offspring hoisted themselves through the glassless windows and leapt into the woods.
Pickle Hieroglyph
Words and Artwork by katherine sandoz Check the glyphs; babes throughout the ages have favored pickles. Cleopatra, the last pharaoh of ancient Egypt, claimed a steady diet of pickles kept […]












