This year, I want to find the love of being me. I want my foot to fit the glass slipper and know that it mostly fits.
I’d rather not make them because boundaries are hard to make, especially with strangers because your family will still love you.
Writing out my Christmas cards this year, I’m having thoughts on what family means and what it means to give out cards.
Our avoidance of judgement is impossible. The first person to do it to me today was me. And I know the guy in the car did too.
I have made a long journey From No People to a Communal High. My story about how I began to see my worth and my need to belong..
I’ve strayed off the path to myself. I’ve been an impostor for a long time. Maybe it began when I was a kid and I was told to…
As hard as it seems to hear sometimes, we need to ask, “What do you think?” And we’ll get someone’s honest, or not, opinions and thoughts on what…
I have known for a while that I am a creative and an artist. The process by which I’ve claimed my creativity has been slow but successful. Creating…
We rolled into November on autumnal sun beams. Halloween gave us dress up fun and way too much leftover candy. And colder weather led to snuggling and turning…
I’ve been on hiatus from writing for a couple weeks. I was very busy celebrating my 20th wedding anniversary in my backyard and then there was the cleanup…