Writing comes easy to me. I started writing when I was 9. I wrote a poem about a Tiger. I got Continue reading
List after list
Deadline after deadline
But, I have a real problem with ACCEPTING things. Gifts, compliments, random acts of other people’s kindness.
Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
Dear Kids Whilst no parent has all the answers and whilst this mama is constantly, still learning, know this for Continue reading
a simple Namaste-style salute that says “You’re weird. But, gosh, so are all of us!”
It was the kind of morning when my coffee was medicinal rather than recreational.
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…