Cinco de Mayo

Now that we have lived
On bean water
And salt is a luxury
I have seen you broken
and collect yourself
with shoestrings
Every other man is puny
All the causes banal
There is not another worthy
Of this tour de force
None but you could lay claim
To this countenance
This Mother wit
My amazon
My fruitless, bearing hips
Such is your strength I falter
In the face of your
Please don’t reveal
Your sources man
I bask in your

Happy Birthday Husband

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About vsvevg

Hello, I'm Abby Smith. I started this blog in 2010 to write about the pursuit of a self-sustainable life in rural Mexico. In 2015, my then-husband and I moved to Nicaragua, where we created a successful farm-to-table and in-house charcuterie program for a high-end beach resort. In 2022, with mad butchery and cheese-making skills under my belt, I started a sustainable food systems consulting business. Happily, I also have more time for my first love-- writing about food and the complexities of the simple life.

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