I’m the mother of two beautiful boys.  They look just like me, of course that’s coincidental to their beauty.  It is, most importantly, of the inner variety.  Bear is a new teenager and I am cringing at the gates.  Girlfriends and dances and all the things that come along when growing up . . .  Puppy is starting kindergarten, and last year was diagnosed with Autism, maybe?  They still can’t decide.  We don’t know what all of this means, and are staying on the sunny side of the street.  For today, we choose to believe that it will require direct attention now for it to be negligible in his adult life.  There’s some Pollyanna for you.  Nothing is more optimistic than a mother’s love.  

I cook too much and eat too much of that.  I think Alton Brown is the sexiest man on television.  My friends regularly love me and hate me in equal measures.  Mostly for things covered in ganache . . .  Cake makes everything better . . .  well, excepting the whole issue of having an enormous ass . . .  Running helps with that, when I make myself do it. 

Thanks for the read.