As a kid, I damn near lived in the woods. The woods held magic and mystery. Filled with oak trees, vines both honeysuckle and thorny, the only clear path was the one I made. I often tramped through them alone,
Whether you’re bluesy, feeling alone, or just plain tired from the year, know that you matter. You ABSOLUTELY matter. Maybe it’s damn near impossible to see right now. Or maybe it’s been that way for longer than you can remember.
I was an incredibly stupid teenager. Monumentally stupid. But I didn’t think so at the time. I knew everything. Everything about everything. My friends and I used to joke, “Just kill me if I’m in a home or can’t wipe
Ziti is a magical thing. Ever since the Sopranos–and Carmella’s kinda-sorta priest-seducing ziti–I’ve wondered how it could be so magical. And then I tasted it. A friend whom I hadn’t seen in far too long invited us over for dinner.
So I killed my new laptop. Less than two weeks after bringing her home (awww, and adoption!), I tripped with an Italian sweet creme-laced coffee a good six feet from my open laptop and killed it to death. I had
I was proud—proud of my best Durga-ness with the perfect weapon, indomitable and unconquerable—and oh so very proud. High on the fumes of victory—fumes, I might add—that smelled of coffee and baking brownies and everything good—delighting in the fact