Life for me these days is a work-in-progress.
My pillow being one of them.
I love pauses.
I didn’t always.
Okay, maybe I should explain.
I used to be afraid of the pauses between sentences, in conversations between two people.
Specifically, between boys I was just getting to know and kind of liked, and people I really wanted to like me.
I used to fill those natural spaces in conversation like one would grout a tub — filling every crack, making sure not a single inch of space remained. Continue reading
Fellow food blogger, Amelia Crook of Simple Provisions got me to thinking recently. Her M.O. is:
Food does not need to be fancy to be celebrated.
To that I say, “Speak the word, sister, speak the word!”
Fussy does not mean good, and yummy does not necessary have to be complicated. Sometimes the most satisfying eats don’t even involve cranking up the stove or whipping yourself into a cooking frenzy.
Sometimes they involve a simple, perfectly ripe peach. Continue reading