Contemplations, Poetry, Memoir
When did I grow older? I never really noticed.
Where did the time go? I guess I wasn’t keeping track.
What happened to my eyes, hair, hands? Something must’ve changed when I wasn’t looking.
That person in the mirror is older than I am, I’m sure of it.
Alright, I suppose it’s really me. But I just can’t believe it.
I don’t know why I can’t believe it.
I’ve been watching it happen to everyone else.
That must be why I didn’t notice it happening to me.
Wellness, Support and Mindset
a blog that combines food & poetry mixed with vlogging
Humor and Lifestyle
A food blog with a buzz. Born and raised in Chicago.
recipe developer, stylist, content creator
Living, Drinking and Eating in Burgundy
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
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"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to the soul" -John Muir
aww well you look young to me!
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