I have never baked Iced Christmas Sugar Cookies in my life. Or, I should say, I have never wanted to. I made cookies with my stepmother every year, but I don't remember ever liking the classic iced sugar

My mother was not a mentally well woman. She lived with a paralyzing case of anxiety. It combined with heavy depression and narcissism, and then with a heavy dose of mania at the end of her life. Although

In an attempt to function highly and participate in society, I volunteered to make the pies for Thanksgiving this year with my new in-laws! Since I am a new wife and mother, it seemed fitting. My 36 year-old

Always making room/ Two hearts in my heart and chair/ Impossibly full.

In my house today We can always set a place For anyone here. Potluck at its best Table fills with steaming food Let the turkey rest. Voices grow with time Small crowds form throughout the land Faces known

Real Housewives have hair/ stuffed under piles of their own/ The hair is not theirs.

I wonder, lonely. Is there anyone out there? Only she says yes.

Don't mind if I do! There's nothing I love more than talking about myself, although I genuinely do it from a place of hoping to connect with others and not out of pure selfishness like it can seem. I have

If I stop waiting for it, will it find me? When it shows up, do I have to not want it? It's not like I want a bunch of crazy things. Just a white bed under a window that looks out onto the sea. Just a