True love is not safe. True love is a lot of things Love is patient, love is kind. Love is light, love is warm. As I once described it: “Love is my trump card, my winning lotto ticket, my night-light, my soft blanket, my wide smile, my huge hug. Love is my hope, and...
Green apples are just great, and I am grateful for them. I could say more, but do I really need to? No, of course I don't. But even so, I will. Allow me to sing the praises of green apples Perfect snack This magical fruit is both sweet and tart, lightly crisp and...
I make delicious popcorn. Like, seriously, there is nothing a microwave or even a movie theater can do that compares to what I can create with a saucepan, some coconut oil, and pink Himalayan sea salt. Of course, it wasn’t always this way. Practice makes (im)perfect...
I am in a wonderful long-term relationship with a snake plant. For the past four years, I’ve somehow managed to keep Planty alive. His survival is significant since, before him, I did not believe I could sustain the life of anything outside myself. Snake plants are...
I don’t really care that much about sustainable shoes. But I do care about comfort and fashion (pretty much in that order), and so I was very curious when I heard about Rothy’s. Rothy’s claim to be comfortable and fashionable and also eco-friendly. (They are made from...
Straight up, I am grateful for ice cubes. I barely even use ice cubes. But still I am grateful for them, because if you think about it, being able to change the physical state of water from a liquid to a solid whenever we want to is pretty miraculous. Also, yesterday...
Rest is important. Like, maybe more important than anything else. I know this, to the marrow of my weary bones, and still I have not been getting enough. Fortunately, I also know how to course correct. (You can start a diet in the middle of a sandwich, remember?) And...
At first glance, this might not look like a life-changing sandwich. And to be honest, it wasn’t. It was delicious, but that’s about it. However, it was so delicious that I was filled with gratitude. And I was filled with so much gratitude that I took a picture....
I don’t want to believe compassion has limits. But sometimes I feel like I’ve reached mine. It’s not that I stop caring—I don’t, and frankly, I don’t think I could. It’s just that I can’t have all the feelings about all the things and still stay sane, not to mention...
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Originally developed for adults, this illustrated tale is appropriate for (and loved by) children as well.
How a four-month separation created space for the love of a liftime.