It’s Monday morning at 8:30 a.m., and I’ve been baking cookies for hours now – beginning last night, and resuming my baking agenda at 7 this morning.
Know what I’m baking? Christmas cookies.
Sound random? It is.
Why am I doing it? Because my company is going to be doing a cookie photo shoot for a client.
What does [...]
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After four straight weeks of 6-day workweeks at my day job, I was due for an unplugged weekend. My boyfriend and I decided to escape into St. Joe State Park in Park Hills, Missouri to pitch our tent and hide in the woods for a day or two. As a kid, I wasn’t afraid of much, but I was scared of what was beneath the surface of lakes, oceans, seas, gulfs or streams. Any natural water source that was too deep for me to see the bottom of terrified me. The morning sun was at my back as I drove North on Highway 8. I was hovering just below the speed limit as I approached the Potosi city limits. There is no turning lane on the highway in that spot, so when I saw a car passing the pick-up, I realized that the truck was in [...] On Friday evening, I sat with several coworkers in the dining hall, waiting for the board retreat events to begin. On the menu were fried fish, hush puppies, a salad bar, and desert. The dining hall looks out onto a 360-acre spring fed lake, and as we ate, a gigantic bird flew past the windows 40 [...] I gripped the rungs of the ladder, excited. Kids laughed and hollared and water splashed in the pool beneath me as I placed my foot on the first cool, metal rung. Quickly, I ascended, afraid to look down. The top of the ladder came quickly, and as my eyes became level with the diving board, I [...] I sat with Jeff on a park bench in Chinatown watching teenagers in t-shirts toss a football to one another. It was nearly fifty degrees today after weeks of temperatures that hovered around zero, so warm sunshine and the lunar new year brought a sense of lightness to the park around us. My hope when he [...] Welcome to Fort Green, Brooklyn. This is a beautiful neighborhood of four-story brownstone buildings, independent markets, restaurants, cafes, and one of New York City’s oldest parks. We began talking. I apologized for snapping at you during brunch. You accepted my apology. Things seemed okay, but I had a lot on my mind. We were sitting on the white couch, and you reached out for me. I needed to talk, not to be held. Even now, when you aren’t here to hold [...] |
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