I’m convinced some angels are sitting around in halos and white gowns noshing on these buttermilk buckwheat pancakes. I imagine the angelic second course would be a luscious béchamel sauce…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
She needs a haircut. Yesterday, we went about our business with Little Friend sporting a shaggy, fluffy, spastic, greasy do. The barette working its darndest to contain the jungle of…
At my toes, I’m measuring a temperature of 8 degrees. Slightly warmer around my cheeks–maybe 10. And don’t get me started on the wind chill. With the blustery breezes of…
I’m Two. That’s two fingers. Two hands. Two ears. Two eyes. Two is better than One. But not better than six. Six is A LOT better, especially when it’s minutes…
Curling around my feet, the steam-wraith from a noxious Paris metro grate. A February drizzle taps my shoulders, dots my scarf, and makes the plastic-wrapped, heat-lamped sidewalk dining areas of…
I’ve never been a big pink and white, hearts and doodles, candy and chocolate kind of gal. Well, I’ll keep the candy and chocolate. But otherwise, Valentine’s Day for me…