This fresh strawberry crumble is for all the single moms on Fathers Day.
My boys will tell you I was probably a better dad than I was a mom,
So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?
The smell of a lover’s skin,
The anguish of a first love lost.
The enchantment of watching The Nutcracker Suite live for the first time.
Perhaps not lost, just momentarily misplaced.
Welcome back dear friends
It is in the small moments,
Blue skies, blooming roses,
The gentle pat on the back from a friend,
Mixed with service to others, Monday morning blahs, and gut wrenching heartbreak that all come together to create a life of meaning and joy.
Oh, and fresh strawberries eaten in the sunshine
Try as we might, it’s hard to let go.
Dyslexia strikes again 🙃
We will survive,
The current political situation,
The misogyny, xenophobia, hatred, racial bigotry and all the rest.
We shall overcome because there is no choice
Nothing warms your heart, or your beasty bug body more than being in a dog pile