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GG Gladys’ Molasses Cookies
I distinctly remember the cookie jar filled to the brim every time we’d visit Grandma’s home. She loved to bake, and was damn good at it…pies, cakes, jello salads…okay, jello doesn’t involve baking. Her molasses cookies are a definite favorite among her posterity. When my genius of a brother was about 5 years old, he became rather distraught and proclaimed we shouldn’t swear and that molasses was a swear word…mole-asses (my powers of deduction was definitely not nearly that advanced at age 5). So from then on, we were to call molasses cookies gopher bottom cookies…over 20 years later, Gopher Bottom Cookies is the proper name in our household. The…
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Life Audit-2019
I am a list maker, goal setter, time blocker, planner…post-its are everywhere and my planner is almost always open so I know what’s coming. Years ago, I assumed I did this was because I was organized and in charge of my life. Now I know it is the complete opposite. I make lists, time block and plan because I try to anticipate change. It is my way of attempting to control the uncontrollable. And, of course, while I know life is full of chaos and change, that still doesn’t stop me from attempting some control. Every December for as long as I can remember, I take nearly the whole month…
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Anxiety: Crying Over Pork Chops
I failed at life today…okay, that is a gross overstatement. But, I did fail at dinner. Tonight will go down in infamy as the night mom had a major meltdown over undercooked pork chops. That is how anxiety works…repressing and living in denial until that last, most of the time, small drop causes the glass to spill over. The first time I had a panic attack, it was triggered by the fact that I had accidentally shrunk the ironing board cover in the dryer and it wouldn’t fit. If I am completely honest with myself, I could have easily thrown the pork chops back on the stove. The thing that…
