On Jam
Sep 03, 2020
3 minutes
ZEV ALEXANDER
, my family used to gather at my grandparents’ house in a suburb that felt like countryside. From the front of the house, we could run down the driveway and all the way to the end of the cul-de-sac, or across that street to the pond, or stop in the drainage ditch to look for snapping turtles. Behind the house were gardens. My grandmother planted waving and multicolored flowers; she grew vegetables on newspaper mulch inside a fence made of wood and chicken wire. She grew a raspberry patch with
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