There are mornings that you spend sitting on the train, speeding past a countryside that you will never have the time or the chance to explore, where you think. The sun may stream in, filtered through the UV screen of
I Hope
My Darling Daughter, I read something recently. I read that mothers are likely to be easier on their sons than their daughters, whom they are more likely to compete with. I could have seen that, once. I could have seen
Candy Canes
This past week has me feeling older than a rock. The background is this: I made the most incredible cake ever. No really. It was called “Sticky chocolate pudding cake with marshmallows”. It came from the November 2010 edition of
Comfort Eating
I’m cross. I’m tired. I’m drugged to the gills courtesy of my wrist joint deciding quite suddenly on Saturday that no, it really didn’t want to work any more. I’m in a splint and have a date for an MRI

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