After a long wait by the side of the road I feel relieved to see my car and a familiar face in the driver’s seat. Then I notice the badly scratched side of the car and my Mom’s pale face. And I am grateful. It could have been so much worse than a minor crash.
The fragrance of freshly baked bread: white bread, corn bread, buckwheat bread with walnuts, buns, croissants. I am one of 10 bakerladies!
Em is eager to brief me on an interview she will be having at school with a writer of children’s stories. I am amazed at how many of his books she has already read and how fearless she is about the whole event.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Gratefulness on Wednesday!
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