Friday, April 01, 2011
from the comfort of a puddle of butter left in the bowl that was used for melting. How did the single popcorn come to be in that bowl, right at my fingertips? Today was the first day in weeks that I've allowed the children to eat food in my presence that I can't eat. I'm proud to say, that popcorn is still waiting for someone to save it from its solitary existence. It won't be me. Maybe in a few more weeks when I'm stronger, but not now.