A delicate mirrored box sits in my hutch surrounded by pretty heirlooms and souvenirs. In a way, it’s a souvenir of some of my darkest moments, a memory kept in honor of the friendship and the beauty that comes from ...
I want to be pretty! It’s the screaming demand of my anxious heart and it gets my full attention. On any given day the demand can be different. I want to be loved, accomplished, adored. There is nothing wrong with ...
I t all starts with MOOOOOOMMMMMMM! Isaac ate dog food! MOM! Isaac’s sucking on a sponge and spraying water all over the bathroom. Mom! Isaac’s climbing into the dryer! The chaos seems all consuming lately. The prettier I try to ...
