in which self-consciousness is thrown to the wolves, and a culinary metaphor is utilized

I stared blankly at the screen. No amount of will, or begging, could make the words come – at least, not in the way I wanted. I began to peck away at the keyboard slowly, unenthusiastically, hoping that somehow, something relevant and exciting would emerge. Nothing. “Mom?”I peeked out from behind the screen to see… Continue reading in which self-consciousness is thrown to the wolves, and a culinary metaphor is utilized