The Mornings Are For Waking Up
My breakfast ideas use to be bigger than this. My hopes of an authentic being were barely formed. Though, breakfast was always a delightful break in the bullshit of a day that I knew was coming like a semi down I-75. What happened to my taking pleasure in beginning my day? Is it my ill-tolerance for bread that shot me down?
My friend Angela really captures a glimpse of what it means to be grateful for the little things...for everything, really...and in doing so, to really live.
L. Kay Johnson
Having been raised in the South, I appreciate a good story, so that's what this blog is about. It's about life. It's about the things that make us human. It's about faith, and joy, and sorrow, and beauty, but it's also about the art of storytelling. I hope you will find a few here that resonate with you. I also hope you'll find ideas on how to share your own.
Tuscany
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