This is written to those occupying the same stage of life I am in, but if you are a human who has ever found themselves identifying what they lack over what they have have, my Sunday morning thoughts might help your brain too. Dear single woman,I get you. No, really I do. See, I’m not… Continue reading a letter to those that lack
I have met a lot of moms in my life. That’s kind of a side effect of working with tiny humans; you meet their moms. I’ve made friends with, been mentored by, looked up to, laughed with, cried to, been cried on, by a large variety of mothers. My friends have become mothers before my… Continue reading I am not a mother
Before you start reading this I need you to know three things: I’m a reasonably happy with myself human being; I know who I am, what I’m made of and what I’m about. I know HOW to lose weight, I’ve done it before. I know my beauty. I don’t know at what point in my… Continue reading but I’ve always been fat.
I was putting on my leggings this morning and I thought of my tiny humans. Every weekday at about 11AM you can normally find me helping two year olds go potty and put on pull-ups and put their pants back on. And let me tell you, hell hath no fury like a tiny human whose… Continue reading Just fix your leggings
I was thinking a lot while I was in church today about why I go to church. I’m not from a regular church attending type of family. We were able to make our own choices and decisions, we were about to choose our path. I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful that I know, from the… Continue reading wear the damn tiara
I feel like I am going to fail people on a pretty regular basis. I’ve been twiddling my thumbs here for about an hour. I’ve started at least three different blogs and none of them settled until I wrote that sentence. I’ve been sitting here, drinking coffee, texting and judging coffee orders from men (yes,… Continue reading Human, raised by humans.
I don’t really know at what point in my life I realized there was a difference between being normal and being not normal. There was a moment though, I think maybe, in the season of my life that I was made fun of for my voice and I realized people were mean, that I distinctly… Continue reading the moment I realized I wasn’t normal