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Growing up, Again

Growing up, Again

Remember the butterfly metamorphosis last summer? Gosh dangit I thought it was just a metaphor about my past. Here I am, squished and changing in the dark. I have no clue when I will emerge or what I will look like. All I know for sure is I’m at the point of no return...
Permission to Try

Permission to Try

I have a confession. Sometime between childhood and adulthood I lost hold of really trying in certain areas of my life. I recently realized I use “not trying” as an excuse ALL THE TIME. It makes me feel better about myself. It gives me an excuse for not “being...
Learning to Love my Scars

Learning to Love my Scars

So here I am, looking at the screen. I have no paper and pen which I prefer but I have a small corner of time free from the clutter of the day. I am still thinking about respect. Taking time to offer respect for yourself first. Respecting yourself enough to interact...

Oatmeal v. Peace

My son is only a year old but he already likes to put things in their place. He loves throwing the building blocks back into their plastic bin with a big crash! When my daughter finds one of her stray hairs she says “Oh! There you go!” while she places it on the top...