Wiping Blessings Off the Floor

In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness.  The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →

I take breaks from thinking

So I can listen to the crickets better on a chilly night.  So I can stop listening to the rumination that is as effective and draining as punching water to smooth it.  So I can remind myself that I have yet to think my way out of a single problem  So I can appreciate the... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #13

Continued from Yesterday... Depending on your answer on how you parent yourself, I have determined I am a hypocrite and I am objectively logical in raising my children, and subjectively irrational to myself.  1 of the complex types refuses to follow any rules.  I've always been that stubborn, "I'll do it my way".  I don't... 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 →

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