Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I’ve written countless words that have made their way onto the internet in a multitude of public to quasi-private forums. I’ve blogged for long stretches in three separate places. I’ve nurtured the social media outlets. I engage in as many safe-enough spaces for me to represent the most authentic view Read more
“What do you want me to do,” she asked, “live until I’m 88?!” “No,” I replied quietly, “I want you to live until I’m 88.” It was at that moment I finally realized my mother was dying. I had been down this road with her for what seemed like an Read more
I was at the grocery store the other day and a mom and her daughter were in front of me. The daughter was about four and having the best time pretending to be a ballerina in the aisle. I stood and watched as she danced with glee, enjoying the music Read more
OMG did I do anything right as a parent??? So my first born is off to college! It leaves me wondering what did she learn from me? What did I forget to teach her, show her or just plain old expose her to? I am not so certain I want Read more
Planning a trip? Let me help you pack. Here’s the challenge… it’s hard to have that romantic “it’s all about the journey” feeling when you have to fit your beauty arsenal in a plastic sandwich bag. Here are the things worthy of that space that will give you the biggest Read more
“Hello Anger. I love you.” What Anger Tells Us Anger is our friend. Yes, a friend who we don’t want to overstay his welcome, but a friend none-the-less. Anger points us to where we need to set boundaries. It also points to where we need to let go. I’m fond of Read more
Personally, one of the many fantasies that I have had, besides the requisite wish to be a rock star, has been to be a Top Secret Agent—007 style. My code name would be 0013. Yes, I have always wanted to be a spy. Undercover. Covert. Gathering details, cloak and dagger style. Read more
I wish you had held me longer. I could use the heat of your hands on mine right now. There’s this rising of warmth in my chest when I think of us. Sitting across from each other, skin patches stitched together, feelings untouched looming over our heads like a mobile. Read more
