Month: November 2017

I’ve had my first hot cup of Earl Grey tea and a piece of toast slathered in Justin’s Maple Almond Butter. Wellbeing purrs through my veins. I’m at last accustomed to our granite table now, with its odd height and brown shiny...

Morning falls all over me like grace, like snow, like pudding. Tea fixes me right up and I dance a little in my fleece and wool, my scarf and hat on inside because we keep our house coldish at 64. Sitting at our granite kitchen...