Pie tin pancakes. These three words popped into my head when my cat head butted me awake at 3:08 this morning. It became an obsession until I made the breakfast item this morning.
Six years ago, I married my best friend. And I was a bit astonished at how the two of us have come in those years.
I’ve had anxiety most of my life. I have been at war with my uterus for decades. But I did not learn this lesson until my father died in 2013.
I learned a little something about my observation skills, or lack thereof, during a visit to my doctor’s office. Lesson learned: there is a reason for joy all around us when we aren’t focused on what’s wrong.
A vintage side table was donated to Community Services Thrift Store and I decided that there was more potential in the piece than just another layer of white paint.
My complete and utter adoration for baked goods is in direct conflict with my avoidance of single-use items (cups, sleeves, plastic utensils, bottles, bags, etc). Luckily, I carry a substitute option in my car and bag for when the craving strikes.