The Love Hidden in a Home-Cooked Meal 🌹

Come come sit with me, grab a drink and pull up a chair. The last couple of weeks I have been thinking about my mom. Okay, okay... my mom and food. πŸ˜„ In my opinion, my mom was a great cook. Child, let me tell you, whenever I went to visit her, I already knew what was coming. The first night would be donairs. The second night? My favourite. Ribs, rice, and tea biscuits. Now let me tell you something... I love tea biscuits. LOVE them. To this day, they are one of the things I have never been able to make quite like my mom did. She would make this sauce to go over the ribs and rice, and it was so good. If I visited in the summer, there would usually be blueberry pie. If I came in the winter, it was apple pie. The funny thing is, when I think about the people in my life, so many of them have a food attached to them. My bestie's husband loves to cook, and let me tell you, that man can make French toast. Mmm mmm. πŸ˜„ You know the kind where you tell yourself you...

Celebrating Laughter

Come, come sit with me. Grab your drink and pull up a chair.

Laughter.

What comes to mind when you think of it?

For me, when I think of laughter, I think of release.
I think of lightness.
I think of the way it softens whatever is happening in the moment… and how everyone just seems a little happier.

There’s something beautiful about the sound of it.
It’s honest. It’s unfiltered. It’s human.

Laughter makes people more open.
More approachable.
More real.

It invites connection without trying too hard.

You don’t need a reason to laugh.
Sometimes the smallest things spark it — an inside joke, a memory, a teasing comment, a look across the table.

And when it comes?

It feels like permission.
Permission to relax.
Permission to enjoy.
Permission to just be.

And if we’re talking about laughter, then of course I have to give you a memory that makes me laugh every single time I think of it.

It’s my brother and his “special birthday drinks.”

On my big birthdays, he always makes me something dramatic. One year? Chocolate martinis.

Girl.

Let me tell you how good they tasted.

I had two… and I was feeling it. (Yes, I am a lightweight. We are not debating this. lol)

So he says, “Lisa, you want another one?”

And I say — with full confidence and attitude — 
“Yes. But make it with less liquor.”

He looks at me.
Then he looks at my bestie.

And I’m giving him sass like, “What is so hard about putting less alcohol?”

My bestie leans over and whispers,
“Don’t argue with her. Just say yes and make the third.”

It wasn’t until the next day…

That I realized a chocolate martini is ALL alcohol.

Every birthday since?

I get teased.
And I laugh every single time.

That’s the thing about laughter.
It doesn’t just live in the moment.
It lives in the memory.

It turns into stories.
Into teasing.
Into traditions.

And sometimes the sound of it — even years later — is enough to make you feel lighter all over again.

Maybe that’s why we need to add more laughter to our lives — on purpose.

Not the forced kind.
Not the polite kind.

But the kind that makes you lean forward.
The kind that makes your eyes water.
The kind that becomes a story ten years later.

Because don’t we all need a little more lightness?

A little more teasing.
A few more “just make the third” moments.

Life will give us plenty to think about.
Let’s also give ourselves something to laugh about.

✨ Whisper: Laugh loudly. The memories will echo longer than you think.


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