Life in Dishes

I speak to my father a few times a year.  Just a handful. Face-to-face encounters are even more sparse. The dysfunction in my parents’ marriage was rampant during my childhood. As a young adult, I married a man who later realized he just wasn’t that into it. I became a divorced, single mother at the age of 30. That was unpleasant. Until a certain point, the men in my life brought me disappointment. Then, I joined a church. And the men in that church began to bring me some other things. Getting to know them put a promise in my heart and hope in my spirit. I became a witness to something. Good…

  I don’t know who invented the S’more, but tonight I’m kinda glad about it. I like to make them indoors this time of year. It’s too cold outside! Plus, I’m not trying to build a fire when I can make a perfectly good flame with my gas stovetop. After the girls went to bed, I made two. Then, I ate them. Quietly. Alone. That’s a good night and I’m grateful for it. To read the series from the beginning, go here.

I’ll let the pictures speak today. Here I am before and after hair care. I’m so very grateful for it. To read this series from the beginning, start here.