WELL THIS IS NEAT!
I know that feeling.
I am more myself than I have ever been.
It’s not my job to be good enough for anyone else. I am good enough for me.
I have been wading through this shit show for a couple years now and I think it’s time for us to talk about it.
I am not afraid to speak my truths anymore.
It’s hard to know someone loathes you with such visceral hatred that it can be physically felt in the tension between text messages.
This is my story to tell, not anyone else’s.
there was only you.
For whatever reason, I hate making PB&J, but my kids love them. I hate the way everything gets all sticky and crumbly (I have a lot of weird quirks like this. You'll see.), so I have a system. Yes. A system. Pull out enough paper towels to cover the width of the table. I won't… Continue reading PB&J and the Meaning of Life