
Comfort Food
I burrow down to hide In the comfort of your softness To bury my unruly emotions In the air pockets … Continue reading Comfort Food
I burrow down to hide In the comfort of your softness To bury my unruly emotions In the air pockets … Continue reading Comfort Food
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. … Continue reading Dough Rising
Gently she kneaded with the heel of her hand Loving the change from sticky to soft cushion Airy and light … Continue reading Mmmmm