We waited for hours. The line wound halfway down the block and comprised of the most ragtag group of individuals.
My ultimate comfort food consists of something extra cheesy and warm and carb-heavy. The cheese is especially important when I’m dealing with a particularly stressful time.
Amidst the chaos of minutiae and my daily corporate sorrow, / I struggle to remain in the present, to avoid thinking about tomorrow…
Sometimes, there’s nothing / As satisfying as cold / Milk and cereal.
It’s been a long week. And I know there’s only one thing that can make me feel a bit better.
Preface: My family has a specific connotation for “birthday cake.” The root of our definition is steeped in a story that is much too personal and much too long to share on this platform — but, for the sake of context, I’d like to share our family’s definition with you…
When the going gets / Tough, the tough gets going with / Burritos and Coke.
It’s nothing extravagant. But it has become something that’s ours. And that’s all that matters.
My energy wanes — / Despite attempts to refuel, / I cannot manage.
You said / That you’d meet me; / I’ve been waiting for hours —