In eighteen years, I’ve moved fourteen times. Some of the moves have been short, cross-town ventures, but many have been big moves from one part of the country to the other. There is always a sense of not-knowing that lingers in the air at the close of every old apartment door, every old cubical desk…
Category: Family
Cookies and Sentimental Feelings
It’s Thanksgiving Eve and although I’ve been making strides to eat healthier, I am in my kitchen making my Grandmother’s nothing-but-unhealthy-no-bake cookies. These are ugly, amoeba shaped, brown blobs with enough sugar, butter, and chocolate to make Paula Deen choke. But, I have come to realize the holidays are not the holidays without these sinfully…
Musings & Notions 