butterscotch
Not long ago, during one of those conversation starter games, I was asked what the people I love smell like. I didn’t pause. I immediately blurted out – “BUTTERSCOTCH!”

What? I’d never thought about it before, and I can’t even remember the last time I had butterscotch. But that’s what came to mind.

The people I love smell like butterscotch.

Luckily, I’ve discovered this does NOT make me crazy. In fact, the emotional response to smells makes sense biologically. It’s science. The olfactory system is critically involved in recognition of food, family, and mates.[1]

I guess butterscotch is just my thing.

So when I decided to start writing again [2] with this blog, I decided to write it for my children. While I’m healthy, energetic, and aware, I wanted to find a for them to better understand my love for them, our family, and our friends. Counting down from 100 it might take me 10 years to get to Butterscotch Moment No. 1. But at that point, God willing, I’ll be 50 and my children will be in high school. Just in time for them to care about mommy’s writing.

All of my posts are based on true stories. I do, however, take artistic license in order to fill in the gaps of my memory, shorten a story, or add context. These are fun short stories, not documentaries.

My hope is that Smells Like Butterscotch will help my family — and anyone else needing a lift— better appreciate the humor, nuances, delicacies, and beauty of our blessed lives.

 

Wii Defeat

 

Butterscotch moment: My husband getting beat by our 3 year-old at Wii Bowling.


[1] Amy Wrzesniewski, Clark McCauley, and Paul Rozin, Odor and Affect: Individual Differences in the Impact of Odor on Liking for Places, Things and People, Aug. 1999.

[2] So the Sign Said (2012), the tween sensation that Public School Libraries in Canada are selling used for 99 cents on Amazon. Dang Canucks.