The Cookies Turned Out Pretty Well, by the Way

‘Twas holiday time. There, in a quiet, domestic scene, I baked molasses cookies, and my husband folded sheets of paper into gift boxes that would hold the treats. The Ipod shuffled, and a new song, low and mellow, poured into the kitchen:  “I search myself and everyone/To see where we went wrong…” “AHHHH, CRACK-ADDICTED MOTHER OF KEE-RIST,” I screeched, tailoring… Continue reading The Cookies Turned Out Pretty Well, by the Way