My daughter knows this is the season for starting seeds.
Using a broken pot and a sharp stick,
She scratches crude rows in the dirt beside our sidewalk
Plants cilantro far too deep for it to sprout.
I was there either because I was about to die or because something tricked my fight or flight response into thinking I was. I just couldn’t tell which one at the time.
Over the years, I've oft referred to myself as an education addict. Nary a semester passes when I don't think of going back to school. Maybe the fact that I still measure my days in semesters at nearly 40 is also a clue that there might be a problem?
There was no ladder on my path. Let's face it - for many years there didn't even seem to be a roof to climb if there were a ladder because I didn't know where I was headed.
If I'm spending too many days without spicing things up a little, chances are that I'm not A-OK in my body and brain.
When Matt and I first got married, I didn't know how to cook. If it was up to me to make dinner, prep would entail opening a package of some sort and popping the contents in the microwave.
I used to tell people I love to garden. That was a lie.