Crispy edges, seared brown. My mouth watered as she put it down. So did my eyes. “What’s wrong?” my husband asked. “Nothing,” I said. My head turned, I wiped away the tear. Grandma’s kitchen warm with sun, with hot oil, with steam radiating from the moist potato shreds, warm with her love. Potato pancakes, I now find you at the German restaurant in town. Not in her kitchen, not in her frying pan, not in her home. I brave the menu, I brave the memories, I brave the allowance of a time that will never be again.
About the Poet
Laura is currently an MFA candidate studying creative nonfiction at Miami University (in Ohio). She has been published in Thin Air Magazine, The Avalon Literary Review, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Scary Mommy, Tiny Buddha, and The Mighty. She has forthcoming essays in The Kitchen Sink and Ligeia Magazine. She resides in Oxford, OH with her husband, daughter, and pug Rocky.