It has taken me 36 years to love myself as much as my mother loves me. So, in honor of her infinite wisdom and me I undying love, I wrote this post. Every time I read it, I tear up– you have no idea how much words mean to me: especially the words of the person who gave (and continues to give me) life.
So. This perfectionist that is me has learned a very valuable lesson from her goofy kids: It all started one … More
You guys who have been reading my writing long enough to know how I feel about my kids. For those … More
I have been erroneously accused of taking credit for all the positive attributes of my children–which is simply not true. … More
I grew up on euphemisms designed to mystify and “de-grossify” the natural human functions of a woman. Urinating became a … More
I wondered, as I watched Beverly Johnson, Sweetie Pies, how much we give up when we pursue the career over the child; the money over mothering. Even with the best of intentions, can any of us ever really respond to the questions that will surely come after they’ve grown up and begin to have families of their own?
The most beautifullest thing in this world is just like that- perfect and pure certain and secure: I’ve reached into … More
I unequivocally HATE MESSES. I don’t know when this change in attitude happened to me because as a typical teenager … More
Last year my husband owned a business which I helped run, which is really modest of me to say because I did … More
I have never been good with humility–whenever there is reason for me to be lowly, my physical health is jeopardized. … More