Silent Night is my favorite. Since I was a girl. It makes me fill up peaceful and quiet. I love it so. I cry every time I try to sing it. The notes just right to make me feel weepy. This version is less typical. I love the feet out of the window in the breeze, …
It’s not really Stollen….in the truest sense of the word, but I liked the play on words so Stollen is what you get. It’s a coffee cake…..a cream cheese coffee cake I found in one of those slick Christian women’s magazines that I used to read to try and figure out how to be one. …
It’s a funny thing, that emotion. It feels sinister and makes me panic and I grab blankets or chocolate or search the room wildly for busywork. Like someone’s got a gun to my head. I. have. got. to. get. this. done. I say through focused scary brain because I’m afraid to look up from what …
“Do you ever feel like a complete failure?” And you go to answer it and instead you “accidentally” call them. And you say, “what’s going on?” and you really mean….what just happened with the phone?……but you hear the person’s voice on the other end and then you realize……. Oh. “What’s going on?” means something entirely …
I lay here in the middle of my night and I have this sense of urgency; of heightened perspective. It’s already a new day. It’ll soon be a new year. This thought keeps coming to mind. Nothing matters but the eternal I want to grab onto you, grab onto myself and say it in the mirror….. …