A Cup of Jo reader once commented that after her mother died, she felt as if she had lost her audience. How heartbreaking and beautiful is that?
I imagine it’s one reason why a parent’s love and acceptance and validation and approval is SO ESSENTIAL. It’s as if kids are asking, “You’ve been watching my life movie from the start, tell me I’m doing it right, and tell me you think it’s good?”
Feeling witnessed, feeling known, feeling the opposite of alone in this world. How beautiful is that?
This is the heart of it, Joanna. At the root of the word attention is tend. Attention is one of the most powerful ways of tending our children. When my dad was dying, one of the last things I told him was that he had given me the greatest gift any parent can give – that I always knew he was crazy about me.
In the quiet corner of Buraguis Legazpi City where the rhythm of life matched the slow beat of my heart, I made my debut into the world. Surrounded by the comforting aroma of my mother's kitchen, my early years were cocooned in the simplicity of childhood joys. It was a time when scraped knees were badges of adventure, and the world seemed as vast as the sky above.
As the seasons changed, so did the narrative of my life. Adolescence unfolded like the turning pages of a coming-of-age novel, marked by the awkward dance of self-discovery. In the halls of Divine Word College of Legazpi, I navigated the labyrinth of friendships and stumbled upon passions that ignited the spark of ambition within me.
Amidst the chaos in my life, I found the melody of self-expression. Words became my companions, and through the dance of sentences, I painted the emotions that resided within. The pursuit of dreams became a compass guiding me through uncharted territories, pushing against the currents of doubt and uncertainty. Relationships played a significant role—friendships that weathered storms, romances that bloomed and withered, and familial bonds that endured the test of time. Each connection, a thread weaving its way through the narrative, shaping the fabric of my identity.
I see a mosaic of moments—some vibrant and others muted. The path I tread may have been unpredictable, but it was uniquely mine. From the dusty trails of nostalgia to the uncharted roads of tomorrow, my autobiography unfolds—a memoir of resilience and growth.
Salmon Scrambled Egg Rolls A Cup of Jo
Feast your eyes on these delectable Salmon Scrambled Egg Rolls by A Cup of Jo. Get ready to experience breakfast perfection.
“Olive oil cake” sounds weird, but - as someone who doesn’t bake a lot - I was intrigued by how simple this looked. Plus it seemed dessert-y but not way too sweet. So when we decided to host some friends for dinner on New Year’s day, I decided I’d serve this to end the meal.
It truly was easy to make. I used oranges off a neighbors’ tree (yay!) and the batter was delectable. The finished cake was light and moist and felt really sophisticated (which two of the picky tweens who joined us for dinner didn’t necessarily appreciate). Will definitely make again... for a dinner of just adults.
It’s a gal’s name. It’s a state. And… it’s a diner! This pair hails not from the heart of the South but the heart of New York City - Queens to be exact, in the year 1978 when Georgia Diner first opened. ☕️ A mainstay in the Queens community for over 40 years, it’s exciting to know that this city restaurant is still going strong, still serving classic Greek and American diner fare, and still pouring endless cups of coffee. ☕️ Read more about them in the shop. A photo of the diner follows the cups. . . . . . #vintagerestaurantware #diner #queensny #georgiadiner #restaurantware #coffeelovers #cupofjoe #1970s #georgia https://www.instagram.com/p/CqRVhSCueh9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
🥶 Those wind chills blew in a frigid Tonya! She's warming up and celebrating 𝒢𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓎 properly...👀with her Folgers 😂 Where's your favorite place to get a nice Cup of Joe? ☕