“Mamá was mixing bread dough by the kitchen window, pressing and pulling in a culinary tug of war. It took all her strength to mix four loaves at once, flour up to her elbows, tendrils of hair escaping from her… — Tess Almend�rez Lojacono Copy Share Image
Mama always said get a rich boyfriend, You don't gotta love 'em, girl, you can pretend You bet I totes believed her, yeah, every word she said Thought he was gluten-free, but all that I got was bread Mama always… — Tamika-leeigh Copy Share Image
