Have a seat and a cup. This last workplace had meant much more than a paycheck. It was a place where I felt I actually had belonged, had fit. And seven years without it, in another environment that was not a fit, contributed to a sense of deep, deep sadness.

Mdash; Leave a comment. Well, cold for March, anyway. It feels like Winter is boxed into a corner and swinging, making one last effort not to get knocked out by warmer air, chirping birds, and budding flowers. Adapted from the King Arthur Flour Cookie Companion.