Being a mom of twins is beautiful and timeless, meaning I have less and less time to do anything, much less put on makeup in my small, but desperate attempt to look like a grown-up, human woman.
If I just had a little more time, money, or snacks in my packed lunch, I would be/do better. How often have I thought these words? Sure, snacks were mostly prioritized higher on the list before I had children, but the fear of not having, or being enough has played the monster under my bed… Continue reading Sufficient
Beaming with sweat, we exit the stage to meet and greet with the audience, and this is when my normal day in the make-believe jungle took a detour.
Somewhere, hopefully buried amongst out-grown jeans, vacation souvenirs, and old retainers, there is a DVD of me in my first duet. Now, I wouldn't say it was good,...
When love wants to get close enough to be felt or heard, it adds a stroke of paint in the empty spaces around us, until all we see is what we recognize as beauty.