When I was in middle school I lived with my mom and brother in the sticks in rural Indiana. My brother and I would get off the bus and warily trudge home after a long day at school. One day, I remember getting to our door and realizing that my brother had forgotten the house key. My brother was a hot head, you never knew when The Grenade would explode. We checked for the hidden key--we had forgotten to put it back after the last time he forgot the house key. It wasn’t there.
I no longer eat breakfast. Every morning I wake early and I have hours and hours of living life before lunch. Sometimes I gently fantasize about the salad that has just the right mix of greens, cherry tomatoes, apples, sunflower seeds and crushed cashews and that salad dressing that makes my toes curl—If this green goddess salad dressing was a man, his name would be Brad Pitt—SWOON! Sometimes I have leftovers or pizza—it doesn’t matter what it is…I go about my morning and fro