God help me, I wish I’d never started that pie. If I hadn’t been convinced my worth could be found and sifted together with flour and sugar, I might have avoided breaking my pie plate
As age unravels me, the secrets I only shared with God because He is omniscient (Isn’t that the word for “all-knowing?”) – like, for instance, That my youthful looks meant a lot more to me
Do you ever wonder: What would people think if they saw my family as it really is? Would they say, Jay Jones is a good mom. if they could do life with me, as if