Stopping To Smell The Roses — And Play In Puddles
Last week, it rained. It wasn’t a big storm, and it didn’t last long, but it was just enough: enough
Read moreLast week, it rained. It wasn’t a big storm, and it didn’t last long, but it was just enough: enough
Read moreOh, mama: I hear you now. You are berating yourself. Questioning yourself. Criticizing yourself. You are saying those words: I
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Read moreDearest Daughter: You are two-and-a-half years old. Actually, you are a few days shy of that mark, but I think you stop
Read moreMommy loves you. Daddy loves you. The kitty cats love you. We all love you very much. Now it’s time
Read moreI don’t why it happened. Maybe I am just a bit too raw, too emotional. Maybe it is the picture
Read moreI am obsessed with all things Disney. Yes, that’s right; this tattooed, thirty-one year old chick still obsesses over the Mouse
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