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.
My mom remains such an inspiration.
It takes me a week to cut up a cantaloupe. I simply will it to wash, de-seed and slice itself.
I’ve been a mom for sixteen years, but that doesn’t make me old.
At least for an hour a week, there is peace.
I do everything 100%. I don’t know how to half-ass anything. (Well, maybe the dishes. I like to just shove