“ The contortions of the gargoyles were the only therapy we had. ”
Everything depends on the moment the spice hits the pan: whether it sizzles with mouthwatering fragrance or turns to ash. Once, I thought happiness was the sizzle in the pan. But it’s not. Happiness is the spice – that fragile speck, beholden to the heat, always and forever tempered by our environment.
~ Sasha Martin
There are many dreams in a lifetime – dreams that flourish or flounder for reasons much more complex than can be pinned down to any one person or situation.
It’s true: A slice of pound cake does wonders to thaw the coldest of days.
The easy truth is as much a lie as any.
