Somehow though, I always had that feeling that something was missing. Something that would complete things so I would be joyously engrossed in the moment, as opposed to doing things with an underlying sense of uncomfortable self-awareness.
November 15, 2013
My father likes his butter warm. He eats a lot of it and leaves the covered butter dish out on the kitchen counter at home so that it is always in the creamy state he prefers. But I live in Hawaii, so this month when he and my mother were visiting, I had to suffer my butter in an almost ...