Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Thought in real time

Whereas I once found great satisfaction in blogging publicly, lately I find that blogging more privately, and with anonymity, is quieting somehow, and comforting in a whole different sort of way.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Confession #24,612

I almost never ask my teenage daughter to go to the store for me because I'm afraid that as a result, something terrible will happen to her.

Saturday, May 12, 2012


The only times I think of an ex"boyfriend" of mine, are when I'm suddenly and overwhelmingly aware of how beautiful life has been since I left, which for the record has been 1 year, seven months and 12 days.

Real woman

A real woman has curves, but she can also be as thin as a rail. What makes a woman real is that she has a mind and a voice, and a loving and breakable heart.

A real woman is powerful and vulnerable-as gentle as a lamb and as strong as a lion. She’s imperfect and flawed and has dry skin on her elbows.

A real woman can make you laugh and make you feel loved, and sometimes she turns to ice, talks back, and even gets mean.

A real woman is both confident and afraid. Afraid of being ignored or consumed, or worse, replaced-so she guards her heart while longing to set it free.

It’s not curves, or long hair, or tanned skin, or straight teeth that makes a woman a real woman. What makes a real woman a real woman… is that she’s a real woman.