Peace Love and Joy
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Saturday, December 23, 2017
"...but there I was, trying to fit the ocean into a plastic cup as it tossed and turned me in its waves."
"The doughnuts tormented me, nestled so sweetly in their box, but, bitch, I just had a chair collapse underneath me so please pass the fucking watermelon balls."
"I guess what I'm saying is that maybe we could all just mind our own fucking business for once, and that when you can actually see a person's scars, maybe be a pal and don't pick at them."
Friday, December 22, 2017
Why we chose it - part of a classics set from Scholastic.
The Boy's favorite part - The Dancing Bear.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
"Our first lunch together in France had been absolute perfection. It was the most exciting meal of my life."
"Instead I had married Paul Child, a painter, photographer, poet, and mid-level diplomat who had taken me to live in dirty, dreaded France. I couldn't have been happier!"
"I was thirty seven years old and still discovering who I was."
"I lit a match and turned on the four burner cuisiniere; the stove made a dramatic pouf! noise when the gas lit, which scared everyone but made me smile."
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
"That darkness would not surface easily. He would compartmentalize it, keep it away from this gentle life, pack it into the dark spaces where it fit."