Friday, June 14, 2013

Week in Seven Words #173

She understands him and is fond of his curmudgeonly ways.

We don't look alike, but people can tell we're related. It's the posture maybe, the way we hold ourselves. Or some facial expression. I don't know what it is, but I smile when people make this observation.

She's nervous, but poised. Proud of this moment, but also good-naturedly self-deprecating.

It's been a while since I acted on my love of cheesecake. So I try three different kinds this time. Not large portions, but smallish melting pieces to be savored.

A display of cupcakes that looks like a flowering shrub.

I can't remember all their names. They all kind of look the same too, boys and girls, making noise and running around.

That dress in the back of the closet; I feel more light-hearted, putting it on.


Nancy Cudis said...

Kinfolk! I can easily relate! Lovely writing, as always, Hila. The words tug a smile in my heart.

//Nancy (

Naida said...

I love kinfolk. That reminds me of my two children, they are as opposite looking as can be, yet there is something about them that lets people know they are siblings.

Meltingly makes me crave cheesecake. Happy Tuesday :)

HKatz said...

@ Nancy and Naida - thank you both!

Relyn Lawson said...

This is the most wonderful sort of biography.