Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
These are the cookies I made. Mmmmm, yummy. See the Rollo? There is one inside every cookie.