Moments create moments: little pieces of moments come together to create a beautiful, whole moment. That is a phenomenon like privacy in the bathroom.
“Why did I promise him I would cook for him?”
It was a perfect holiday evening. Snow was falling. The string of holiday lights complimented the glowing candles on her kitchen table. This was perfect! He was perfect. He returned her calls. He took her on actual dates. He practiced perfect hygiene. He was nice to his mom!
Like most of us during this crazy time. I am spent, done, ready for wine. You get it. This past week, I combated my stress through cooking. When life gets tough, I head to the kitchen. Sometimes I am asked to stop baking.
The holiday season makes me nuts. Maybe it’s the stress. Maybe it’s the endless To-Do Lists. Maybe the Ghost of Christmas Past enjoys churning things up a little too much.
I’m so glad we rescheduled our coffee date.
I started the holiday season feeling such gratitude and joy. I knew my joy and gratitude would soon be tested because life is a series of moments of serene joy and gratitude, not a constant plane of happy. Get real. For constant happy I would need a cocktail of something….. Perhaps a mix of denial and delirium?
Thank you Linda G. Hill for this week’s SoCS prompt: bear/bare The heavy desire for sleep evaded her body an hour ago. She still could not bear to get up. She was given the gift of peace this morning. She desperately tried to sleep. Her body ached and she felt her stomach turning. Her body… Continue reading What She Could Bear
I asked if anyone was interested in this unhealthy, candy drawer emptying, sending-it-to-work-with-your-significant-other, and yummingness? Yes. I meant Yummingness.
I am trying very hard to live fearlessly (within reason). I am a wife and mom of two little kids. I am not talking about skydiving or running with the bulls. I am talking about something way scarier…
Shoes say a lot. The other day I took an adorable picture of my daughter wearing my high tops. I posted it on Instagram with the caption: “My Kinda Girl. She choses High Tops over High Heels.”
It got me thinking. What kinda girl am I?