I can hardly believe he can just whip this kind of thing together. Roasted chicken with a parsnip puree and a brussels and potato hash. He is incredible, right?
Found these in a little journal today… They were written while we were in Highlands, NC for my best friend’s wedding. 08.26.11 We showered together today because that jacuzzi tub/shower in the monster bathroom was nearly as big as my kitchen. And afterward, as we toweled off and got dressed, we chattered away. I filled […]
I hate that feeling you get in your stomach when you’re about to be emotionally sucker punched. There’s no dodging it. You can’t bob and weave like you could if a tangible attacker were headed for you. There’s no talking it out. You just have to stand there, with your feet straddling the railroad tracks […]
… but I don’t really care. Years and years ago, back when I was first separated, I met a man in a coffee shop. I remember that I was wearing this vintage-style tshirt that said, “Satisfied” in a baseball jersey style kind of way. That shirt was his “in”… Smooth operator. He ended up being […]