I never think about lemonade as a grown-up thing. It’s childhood, sticky fingers, backyard swings. Until I realized how watermelon can turn that nostalgia into something oddly intoxicating—like biting into …
This little corner of the internet didn’t begin with me.
It began with Val my neighbourhood aunt whose kitchen held more warmth than any fireplace ever could.
She was more of a friend and I’ve come to know her in the most unexpected way.







