when i was a little girl my grandmother,
the woman for whom i have the most admiration and respect
for the difficult harsh life she led
and the still enormous amounts of love she gave to everyone around her,
used to bake for me her maple bars
because they were my most favorite thing in the whole world ever.

right now my office smells exactly like them.
it's something i've not thought about for years.



right now i want someone to hold onto me tightly so i can sob into their shoulder.