Memoir Writing

The Stranger I Met

It was one of those mornings when you look into the eyes of the falling leaves and pray a silent whisper for a withering snowfall . It rarely snowed in Texas . But I wish it did . I wish it did so that my Christmas would have been just about perfect , more than I could say it was . Yes it was the day before Christmas , and I was peering through the window like Stellar , my neighbor 's curios dog . Not that I expected something to happen , but it was one of

those times , the Christmas mornings , when you await a miracle to happen . You want to believe in the stories you tell the stories about Santa Claus being real . It 's so funny how we look around for beliefs when the real place we should be looking for , is within us , all the time

I was standing in my kitchen , mixing flour , and my pink knit top rubbed against the smoothened edge of the platform ridge . The faint smell of flour and sweetness mixed with vanilla and eggs , was already in my tongue and I could visualize the hot fluffy pancakes come out of the stove . I added some more butter to it Tyler liked it that way . I set the mixed dough aside and moved towards the hot smoking pot brewing coffee . I needed that right now . I am coffee person and try to sip a cup whenever possible . The fresh aroma of caffeine was tingling in...