BEING KAREN

I boiled an egg for breakfast, easy delicious mashed on a piece of toast that was well dressed with butter salt and pepper and that was it. I boiled an egg for breakfast, an egg from a farm where the hens are free to do as they please. this comforts me. And anyway, chickens living their best lives are hilarious. So much wisdom from the hen house - don’t count them yet, they are not hatched get up early, greet the sun, find that worm don’t run like a headless one - lesson lear

I'm sharing a post I wrote in 2012 on my old blog. These times remind me that we sometimes need to seek comfort and find the quiet joys. It's like standing in the sun on a winters day... Do you ever watch that movie Love Actually? I really like the voice over part at the beginning where the Hugh Grant character talks about how he feels much better about the state of the world when he thinks about the arrival hall at Heathrow, all that happiness and love right there. My feel-g

She was so beautiful that no one could gaze at her. All those who served did so with eyes downcast or wearing a hood. They knew that beauty was the last thing you saw before your eyes went dark. Maybe it was a spell. It was said that her great great grandmother was born of a demon after all. Powerful magic ran in their family, and so it seemed that powerful beauty did too. The courtiers were used to it. The servants got used to it. The portrait painters? They worked with mirr

It was a quiet day, Tuesday morning does not scream tattoo. When she walked in I thought she was looking for her kid, not looking for ink. She wasn’t looking for ink either. She wandered over to the display and my heart sank a little, she was too old for a tramp stamp, too elegant for anything wild, and then I wondered if she already had some, just not where they could be seen. That cheered me up. She made eye contact and that was her way of smiling and saying hello. “Do you