My Way of Living [12/12/16] 

  • It’s not your Mom’s strawberry jam

    Early, on a dark winter morning, freezing feet shuffling in front of the open door of the fridge, blankly staring into the bright shining depths, I came to a realization.One: it was dark outside, and cold. Especially with the fridge door open.Winter was encroaching, or here, shiver.And the white snow gleaming outside under the yel…

  • Candlelit catastrophes

    I’ve a long history with candlelitcatastrophes in my life, starting with the Styrofoam Christmas centerpiece I made in Girl Guides. I was so proud to have made something festive, that when I lit the candle to show my Dad it toppled over while burning. The Styrofoam caught fire, that stuff burns like nothing else, and the entire mo…