“I have always liked jam, or is it “jelly”? Seeded raspberry to be exact. Whichever term you may use to refer to this sweet child-turned-adulthood favorite one thing is certain; you never outgrow this timeless candied treat . . . “
I laid there, beneath my layered down-feathered blankets listening to the sound of the coffee maker begin to perk. Without my glasses the room radiated a copper-amber hue. The house was church-mouse quiet, unlit fire, no one was up yet. . .
“I once threw my entire Hollandaise down the toilet,” V confessed with a shrug from between the couch pillows. “Oh shit, really? What happened?” “It must have been the wrong
“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter,” Marlene Dietrich once stated in a low hum. And I think she is right. My best friend,