“Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”― Mark Twain

Sometimes I drink more than I need
letting myself drown in memories
that serve no purpose

Sometimes I linger longer than I need
between the staying still
and plunging forward without fear

Sometimes I write more than I need
filling up notebooks with revelations
profound to only me

Sometimes I laugh more than I need
or scream or dance or cry or dream

No,
more than I need
could just be the perfect amount
for this short life

It’s cherry season here in Michigan so I want to try a recipe in patience called cherry bounce that I discovered through my good friend at incahootswithmuddyboots. Any recipe that includes bourbon reminds me of the Mark Twain quote above that I read every Christmas season in my mother’s cookbook as the first instruction for…