Life is full of all these tiny instants that you can’t undo. Any given second can cause life-long consequences.
Open the door, for Pete’s sake, because this is real life and it’s the pizza delivery you ordered, not your Prince Charming.
Squeaks and screeches and haunting calls of “who-hoo-oooo” spoke amongst themselves in the language of the night, exclusive food chain negotiations I had no desire to be party to.
Those of you who were near and dear to Eleanor are well aware that she aged far beyond her years, and although young-ish on paper, in practice she was senior to us all.
Perhaps knowing that someone you love has made them makes a cookie taste better than one you made yourself.
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?
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.