By Grace Lee when we gathered around the kitchen table,holding hands as my mother said grace,the clatter of plates rang like beating drumswhile the dumplings cracked like fireworkson the frying pan. our voices were keys of apiano. every conversation played in myears as a melodic tune. blinded by risingsteam and golden, glimmering sunlightpeeking through the … Continue reading a divine dinner tune
Academy of the Heart And Mind 