Nanny’s Kitchen

I remember the September sun diffusing through the blinds, casting light upon the table,  where you taught me long division. Four o’clock and it’s set for supper: Forks on the left, knives on the right, two Flinstone vitamins for Evan and Claire. I remember the patio door,  wedged with a wooden pole, removed when youContinue reading “Nanny’s Kitchen”