Elena Raykova
Bio
Happiness is in the little things that are like seashells hidden in the sand, showing themselves to those who have eyes to see them!
Stories (4/0)
Chicken soup for the frazzled soul
Tasting my morning espresso, I stand at the kitchen counter, a zoo of vegetables - carrots, celery, onions, and a modest bunch of redskin potatoes - arranged like troopers before the simmering pot. Breakfast is scarcely finished, yet I'm stripping veggies like my life relies upon it. Perhaps it does. I hurry the cutting board into position and dig my #1 paring blade from the cabinet.
By Elena Raykova4 months ago in Confessions
To Every one of the Mothers Who Fill Their Own Stockings
Growing up, my kin and I had these truly lovely, complicatedly hand-weaved Christmas stockings made by my mother; mine portrayed St Nick mostly down a smokestack with a sack of presents. Furthermore, every year every one of these stockings were affectionately loaded up with small magnificent things, from ring pops and playing a card game to hoops and snap wristbands.
By Elena Raykova4 months ago in Families
Quit Telling Individuals Everything
You know when individuals say don't uncover your best course of action or your arrangements to individuals, or quit telling individuals everything, As it were, I have consistently found this expressing hard to get a handle on in light of the fact that, in the event that you don't tell individuals your circumstance, how might they know when and how help you? What I'm talking about is no man is destined to be an island and you'll require individuals sooner or later in your life. You'll require individuals to put you through, guide you, and show you bearings.
By Elena Raykova4 months ago in Confessions