Some people are addicted to chocolate or fascinated by the various items one can make with a muffin tin. For me, I'm bowled over by bowls.
This morning, my wall clock was stuck on 8:36. It would tick, but the minute hand would not move forward. How often do we get stuck in a moment of time despite time marching on?
For some reason, imagining a conversation with a younger me has always been a great way to put a different spin on the situation. Or so I thought. It's really about Reece's Pieces.