Throwback Thursday
Sometimes your taco falls on the floor. Or maybe it’s a cannoli. I don’t know. I am not the most precise artist. I don’t really know how to draw but I do know this: Some of us love tacos and some of us love cannolis, and some of us love both. Once in a while our taco or cannoli can be knocked to the ground, and it’s sad, defeating and scary. Yet for every taconoli that is lost in the dirt, another dozen are just waiting to be enjoyed. They are many, many paths to a happy life for all the lovers of all the sweetest things.
