In the corner of my apartment bedroom sits a guest that rises 5 feet from the ground, with strong, dark brown arms. He maintains a well-kept look with his forest green leaves that run all the way down to the white, blocky pot keeping him […]
My father, Michele, was born in a small town in Italy called Bitetto, about 20 miles from Bari. He eventually bought a house in Canarsie, Brooklyn, that had a plot of land where he could do some gardening. He loved gardening and planted a lot […]
This is a story about trying to grow a plant where it doesn’t belong. I live in Colorado. But I am not from here. Colorado is lovely, but it is not home. Home is New England. Greater Boston, specifically, where my family still lives. But […]
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