Early in our marriage we invited over a bunch of people for home-made pizza. I worked diligently to make preparations for our impromptu party. Overcoming my qualms about baking with yeast, I followed the instructions to the letter – kneading the dough, maintaining perfect temperatures, waiting while it rose. Triumphant when it did, I rolled out the dough, applied the toppings and waited for my masterpiece to emerge from the oven. I had timed it perfectly so the guests were ready, soft-drinks in hand when it came out of the oven. More then eager to consume this aromatic, golden-brown, veggie and meat combo, the guests watched as I set out to extract the...
Read MoreI wish that we could all have a more realistic image of ourselves. I’m a bit bitter about the fact that we as women have been so completely indoctrinated about what we should look like – what we weigh, our hair, our body parts, everything about our physical attributes. Ok – I’m more then a bit bitter. I find it sad that we spend so much time worrying about these things. I’m as guilty as anyone. I don’t know that I’ve ever been completely content with who I am. No matter what season of my life, there have always been some parts of myself (usually multiple) that were undesirable. Funny – any self assessment would...
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