That morning, I woke up early and very unusually rested. I think the last time I had felt like this was when I woke up next to him, with his back beautifully… Read more.
Yesterday, two am. Tonight, we ate al fresco. In our garden. Who said you’re not allowed to play make-believe anymore? I made dessert. One strawberry tart, only it’s so much more. Black… Read more.
[Roadtrips and other stories – A cornbread just like at Caravan] Sometimes, all I want is to put my warmest boots on, and escape to a place outside of time. I would… Read more.