Cappuccino

 Nothing can compare to a cappuccino in a white china cup.

Tiny white bubbles of foam nestled up against the inside of this white shinny cup.

The ivory high note, “cling” bringing together and apart your saucer and cup.

 The silent steam forming upward together is an emotion all its own…

 Paris is wonderful this time of year, the fog makes its seems the tower is so far away. That’s why this is the best time to be out this morning. I feel as if I have this café all to my self.

 These journals I write in the cold, how many have piled up through the years. My children will know who I am, will know every flaw about me. They will know a real woman and I never want them to think they have to be someone they are not. But first and foremost give it to God before you give it to any other. He will tell you what to do with it what the world will tell you to hide. Be real. Only be shamed before your God, let it all out. Heal and never hold it in.