I’ve eaten nothing but cookies for the past five days. That’s what happens when you make them on Christmas Eve and double the recipe because your mom told you to and end up with a full box of leftovers because you made too many cookies. I think I’ll go for a run today.
I wanted to post this poem yesterday. I’d set my intention the night before: I will write a poem on Saturday morning. But somehow I slept in and before I knew it I was out of the house, starting my day, and I’d forgotten about poetry completely. It’s a rare occurrence–me forgetting about poetry–but I’d like to think there’s some meaning behind it.
Happy Sunday!
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
Tis the season. I know I’ve been trying to write a friend of mine a little bit each day and it was almost impossible over Christmas.
Indeed. The holidays are great but they certainly don’t promote productivity!
Especially with so many cookies to eat. 😉
beautiful writing as always.
Awwwe shucks. Thank you!