She was learning something new. Wide eyed, eager to try the unfamiliar and intimidating, not knowing she would receive such a fast return for her courage.
She mixed and rolled, twisted and waited. Something sound was taking shape from such modest components as warm water, flour and yeast.
Read MoreI remember the first couch my husband and I ever bought when we first got married. It was floral print, mauves and greens. It was our first attempt to create a home that was comfortable and uniquely ours. We were so proud of that couch and to have a space that we could call our own.
Read MoreI am not like my mother.
My mother worked full time, a single mother for many years, solely responsible for looking me in the face every single day.
Weary and exhausted from a long day’s work, she made sure that we had a warm meal each night. If she had a complaint about this, I never heard it, not even under her breath.
Read MoreIt had been a really long day and in some ways it was just starting to rev up. I had been preparing for an event most of the morning that would begin right around dinner time that same night. I was hungry and had not eaten a thing since breakfast, a decision that I was now regretting due to a pounding headache and an angry stomach.
Read MoreA few nights ago I attended an event that ran really late and when I finally got home the house was dark and still. I began to put my things away before heading upstairs when something caught my eye.
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