Growing up is hard to do. I know, I did it. Now guiding my kids through it, I’m reminded of how truly difficult adolescence really was.
Unearned road rage doesn’t end on the road.
The not-too-proud clean up after the prideful. But the prideful are only fooling themselves.
I believe in words. I believe that words have meaning. Not just implied or assumed, but actual standardized definitions. Imagine
Women reclaim their voices with #MeToo, and men need to learn to respect the power of women.
My mom remains such an inspiration.
Remember the theme chant “Women glow, men perspire, pigs sweat?” It ruined me.
It takes me a week to cut up a cantaloupe. I simply will it to wash, de-seed and slice itself.
Being absolutely present allows for pure joy to sneak in.
My favorite weather is comfortable weather.