Hands down, the best day of 2019 was May 19 when the Bachelor of Arts in Linguistics was conferred on this bright-eyed girl.
I mark the start to the season with a jar of Extra Dark Hot Chocolate mix, gingerbread men, and snowflake cutout marshmallows.
For the weary bodies transformed into joy by the timber of their lover’s call on that first night of emancipation.
Today is white tinsel, warm lights, and pink frosted ornaments that sparkle. Gentle offerings and sweet indulgences. Family, boisterous and beloved, at once hearkening back to the past and reaching toward the promise of tomorrow. It is a pray, a communion, faith like sunlight reflecting us in silhouette. It is give and give and give more. Receive. It is golden. It is red. It is metallic and sterling silver. It is matte. It is ha ha ha! and bygones. It… Keep Reading
Happiness is … spying a couple on Day 1 of their vow ’til death do us part.
My mother loves to laugh. Not quips, but ache-with-joy bouts of woman howling. Her giggle is a siren song that ripples out and grabs you.
After a few minutes, I was again 19 ditching morning classes with my boyfriend to make love and eat peanut butter and cracker sandwiches on the beach.
This is Fenty Beauty by Rihanna created to enhance the experience of showcasing all types and tones of skin.
And some days there are little bits of magic like blue sky caught in a bottle or sunlight on glass.
There is a birthmark on my back, a right of soil, in the shape of a country that does not record my signature on its manifest. I am simultaneously passenger and cargo here.