I wrote this post back in 2013! Wow, how is that possible? Since then, I have thrown two successful dinner parties, though I’m always trying to up my game. I have yet to take it outside like the one I describe in this post, so in that sense it’s still very much a goal I’m
So which is worse? Knowing you aren’t alone and something lurks in the shadows or realizing that you’re alone? Is it better to live with a potential “monster” that may at some point threaten your happiness? Or is it better to feel the quiet void of loneliness? Which weight is heaviest? Which evil is more
Here’s a random poem I read a few years ago and thought was humorous and sad and thought-provoking. Marks My husband gives me an A for last night’s supper, a B plus in bed. My son says I am average, an average mother, but if I put my mind to it I could improve.