cookies – four ways

cookies – four ways

There’s something about a well-stocked cookie jar that screams ‘home’ to me. When I was growing up, there wasn’t just a cookie jar – there was a cookie¬†drawer.¬†And you better believe it was always full.

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on loss and losing (and blueberry crumb cake)

on loss and losing (and blueberry crumb cake)

I couldn’t get a dog, so I got a hamster. I know why people buy hamsters. They’re the pets parents say ‘yes’ to to placate dog- and cat-loving kids, because parents don’t want to commit to dogs and cats. Hamsters live for two years at best. And that’s not much of a commitment at all.

But I’m not a parent. I rent a house, and I’m not allowed dogs or cats. But I’ve also adopted small animals before – a mouse, once, and a rabbit – as has my other half. So we got a hamster. And we named him Booker.

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