My Girl

My Girl

She moves like a dancer.  In a coffee shop. From the oven where she starts the scones.  To the coffee machine.  I hear the shoosh of beans loading in. The music is turned up loud. Yesterday, she explained to me how syncopated rhythms release endorphins....
Thirty Days of Thanks: Day 29 – Just Words

Thirty Days of Thanks: Day 29 – Just Words

Some days that’s all these are. Just words. Ideas. Ideals. But not much more than that. When my heart won’t let go of what it sees and see beyond to what it knows, that’s all these are. Just words. My head whispers, LOUD . . “Hypocrite.”...

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