It’s Not Just Watermelon Usually, I think of watermelons as the messy, sweat-drenched fruit I grab after mowing the lawn. But this time, I cut into one and was hit …
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.







