Sundays are for relaxing. Except when they're not, and they're actually for working.Sundays are for peeling your sunburn.Sundays are for studying.Sundays are for running down the street with a can of corn in one hand and a Thomas Kinkade calendar in the other.Sundays mean waiting.Sunday is for burying an idea so deep inside your heart,… Continue reading Sundays
My hands hurt at night.I work day in, day out, with glasses. I type at computers and text on my phone. I move from screen to screen to screen. At the end of the day, my hands just hurt. Maybe it's part of getting older. Maybe it's part of real life and I just never noticed.I… Continue reading Bravery
Probably what I miss most about living with my dad is him cooking breakfast for me. I just can't master cooking omelets like he can. Dads have a way of doing things only dads can do. No matter how good you get, they'll still be good-er. Why? Because they are dads.I've been thinking. My problem… Continue reading Prepare for Shut Down
In the past year, one of my favorite things to do is cook breakfast. Especially on my day off. I love slicing mushrooms and tomatoes and avocadoes and frying eggs and toast. It's the most important meal of the day, am I right?But what if someone told me it wasn't? What if someone told me… Continue reading Did You Know?
I was talking to a co-worker earlier this afternoon and I told her that even though I know it's the biggest cliché in the world I like going to church because I feel better after it's over. When I leave church, I just feel a sense of relief. It's the same when I leave my… Continue reading Go Where You Get It