I thought about him all day, kicking myself for not asking his name. I had no idea I’d have another chance.
Perhaps knowing that someone you love has made them makes a cookie taste better than one you made yourself.
Javier stood at the starting line, concentrating on his breathing. He blocked out all the commotion around him. His focus was keener, sharper than at any other moment in his life. This was his time.
At its core, it is a story about the power of words, and it is one that will sit heavy in my heart for a long time to come.
Outside someone else’s window the neighbour’s wife
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Why did I ever want to be a baker? I groan and curse the blaring 4:30 am alarm that cuts short my slumber.
Is there anything more delicious than a morning that starts gently and quietly sans alarm clock and culminates in a decadent brunch spread complete with tart, fizzy mimosas and the fluffiest pancakes known to man?
If there was one thing Cuthbert could not abide, it was helping yourself to something that wasn’t yours.
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.
I whisper my confessions to the lake that holds my secrets.