The curved, green-tinted glass pitcher is front and centered on the counter. It’s an attractive, quintessential display for any kitchen. However, unlike its usual, flavorful liquids, consuming its current, yellowish solution is formidable.
In the Morning Moment
As I look at the sheets, which will be pulled into an orderly fold shortly, I review my mental checklist of to-do items to start the day. After prioritizing my tasks, I look out the window.
Tapping with Love
I ponder the audacity of venturing into a foggy void that, while unknown initially, is expectedly treacherous and, perhaps, unforgiven. Yet, I choose to proceed.
