‘Tis the season to be miserable. I practice thankfulness. I get outside in the sunshine. I eat an extra cookie. I feel bad about that, then I eat an extra salad. I feel empty after that, so I eat an extra turkey leg. Extra, extra, extra. ‘Tis the season to overdo just about everything. What’s …
But it looks beautiful. A single cup of tea. Atop a bare wood table. With nothing but a sunrise out the window. Idyllic, right? I’d think so. But then experience it. It feels like withdrawals. The simple tea has no sugar in it. Just hot, acrid, brown tea. Simple. The table is made of …
It’s over. The whole holiday season. I know that as a mama and a wife, it was largely my job to work the magic and the social calendar for my family. I also know that I had a two-month-old baby this season, which automatically forfeited any ambitious holiday schemes that may have been brewing. Over …
