Old Hands, Wrinkles, and Memories.

Old Hands, Wrinkles, and Memories.
With all the rain Nashville was getting, it was hard for me to be motivated to do anything other than sitting on the couch.  However, once again I had that self-imposed deadline of one post a week knocking at the door of my mind, so I put on my rain boots, climbed into my car ...

Three Years Later and A Facebook Betrayal

Three Years Later and A Facebook Betrayal
I woke up this morning completely fine. I laid in bed and thought about some weird dreams I had last night, but mentally I was fine.  I picked up my phone, opened Facebook and started to go to “on this day,” and just like that, I wasn’t so fine. I had been a little surprised ...

Being Brave for a Minute.

Being Brave for a Minute.
How did you end up there, you may ask? How exactly did I end up sitting at a table in what used to be my sweet little bakery? The little 1000 square feet where I poured every inch of my soul.  The little 1000 square feet that I have avoided for three years. The little ...