Mom’s Poinsettia, named simply “Plant”

I developed my connection to poinsettias when I was a teenager. My mom used to come tuck me in every night. She would walk through our room to the back, put “Plant” into the dark closet and shut the door. She would say “goodnight Plant” and then she would say goodnight to my sister and […]

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