Coffee beans on national coffee day last week. A very wet puppy. Intense garlic fries. A woman’s perfume that reminded me of my childhood. Mom’s butternut squash soup simmering on the stove.
A burn on my palm. Comfort in a small, Sunday morning church service. Comfort, too, in being with old friends. Missing those I haven’t seen. Sometimes like this photo … like things are spinning in all directions.
Salad, pizza and burger with Maggie’s mom, who I’m pretty much adopting as my Missouri mama. Twenty bites of pure comfort food at a Dutch-Oven cook-off (my top choices: Monkey bread, dad’s enchilada casserole, and some kind of yummy, tender beef). Mediterranean pizza.
Chimes across a campus. Bad jokes from dirty old men.
My first love, the inside of a book. Kids tearing it up on the dance floor at a country wedding.