Food for One

Lesbian log twenty-six-zero-three-twenty-one Cooking is the bane of my existence. I’m not fond of it. I eat because I have to to survive, and when I finally force myself to cook, I’m a slave to a recipe because I lack confidence in the kitchen. I grew up eating a very bland diet. My father had …

Perspective is Everything

Lesbian log zero-three-zero-three-twenty-one Nothing has changed this week. I still know my time with my kids is dwindling down—like watching the last streams of sand empty from the hour glass—but over the last few days, I’ve tried hard to look at my experience from a place of abundance and stop dwelling in a space of …

You’re Not Pinned Down

Today’s random dictionary point and post is brought to you by the word pin. Pin: 1) a small thin pointed piece of esp. steel wire with a round or flattened head used for holding things in place, attaching one thing to another etc. 2) pin down — to a promise, arrangement etc. 3) force a …