We are as boats, Floating, Capsizing, Cruising, But never falling under. You are the anchor that steadies me And I am what keeps you buoyant, Your Sea.
My knees might not get proverbially wobbly when I see you But I lose command of the English language And that, I think, Is a more profound loss of faculty
Lemonade, Lemonade, Lemonade,Always on a hot summer's day.I recall one day in AdelaideWhen you froze summer with the words you would say.
This is a photo set that's dedicated to the place and feeling we love most -Home.
So, the maternal figure and I volunteered to bake a fancy schmancy cake, from scratch, for my cousin's Holy Communion. These are my documented results. Part Un The Everything Everywhere. The chaos. The Invincible aroma of Freshly Baked. The Porous-y Circle that vanquishes Human Resolve. Part Deux Delayed Gratification. … Continue reading The Epic Saga of Cake