Like every mother, my children drive me insane. I truly love them, but I genuinely also kind of want to duct tape them to the wall a lot. In addition to making me more broke than I ever thought possible, they also seem to drain me of sanity, intelligence, and occasionally will to get out... Continue Reading →
I Am an Authentic Butt
Admittedly, I had started yoga on a journey to grow my ass. I am surrounded by friends who have luscious ba-donk-a-donks, and I am "cursed!" with a pancake ass. One day, I realized, though, that my ass is a muscle. Were I to work on that muscle, I would grow my butt. I have photographs... Continue Reading →
Becoming a Love Warrior
Inspired by reflecting on Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle-Melton, and Emily Rosen's poetry (both are on Facebook) My daughter has been asking me to take her to Rebounderz, which is an indoor trampoline playground. The connection I'm about to bridge is odd, bear with me; this is my brain in action. Rebound got me thinking... Continue Reading →