Last week my family celebrated Easter. On Good Friday, as I rolled up my sleeves early in the morning to begin mixing my mothers recipe for Portuguese Sweet Bread I could feel the family lineage pulsing through my hands and arms as I was kneading the warm dough, hearing my mothers laughter and voice and feeling all the past relatives who prepared this same recipe or a similar family recipe. 329 more words
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Thursday: it is neither Wednesday nor Friday.
For the employed, work still binds your thoughts. A distant weekend glows but faintly. Internet cat porn provides a fleeting, albeit empty distraction. 364 more words