The fragrance reminded me of when I’d visit my mom as an adult. I’d enter the cool of my bedroom and the first scent that came to me was the soft sweetness of peonies from her garden. She always had… Read more
A Story, General
kitchens, past and present
The aroma rising through the wooden grates had me kneeling on the linoleum to get my nose close enough to take a deep delicious breath of what my grandmother had on the stove in the kitchen below our room. The… Read more
