My holidays were straight up gluttonous. Baked brie oozing out of its pastry crust. Chilled mimosas for breakfast with crepes carefully folded over nutella and strawberries. Then later, Balsamic Roasted Beef, smashed potatoes, and peas and pancetta for Christmas dinner.…
Crabapple trees in pink frills process down my new street. All winter I wondered what color they would wear. Their miniature crabapples fell onto the sidewalks and gave the early robins something to eat in the cold. Still, they kept their secret.…
So God has his working gloves on. Really, we both do, shovels in hand. We’re working around the dead shrubs planted in the front yard of my life… my people pleasing addiction. And friend, this baby has roots that go…