A fairy tale spanning the 4.5 years since I last talked with you.
It’s funny how we spend our lives wandering in circles, thinking we’re traveling in straight lines from Point A to Point B(etter).
Want to know how my brain works pretty much all the time?
Today, one of the most quietly amazing women I’ve ever met turns a year older. Here’s why you should care: in the course of this post, she will restore your faith that people can be unbearably beautiful, scary smart, wicked funny, and still remain completely down-to-earth.
Originally posted on TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND:
I’m not generally a New Year’s resolution gal, but this year I made three resolutions: 1) to either get my novel published, or self-publish it…
Someone told me a true story the other day. It’s about a librarian and a ghost: perfect for Friday the Thirteenth.
Seeing a broad range of body types makes people more accepting of a broad range of body types.
You might want to read that again. It’s going to change the world.
Last week, I found a holy space. My small body hidden amid a crowd of thousands, I felt the spirit roll through me on waves of sacred music. I raised my arms triumphantly into the air and swayed, lifting my eyes to the sky. My soul was soothed. My mind was filled with one crystalline thought: “I believe in this.”
It’s Friday. My brain’s fried. But I want an excuse to hang out with you guys, so here are two terrible things and two wonderful things I learned in the last week.
It was misting soft rain as I scanned the blurry crowd, seeking a face only half-known. A wave drew me to him. He was a warm smile under a black umbrella, and I couldn’t help but grin back. When we found each other by the fountain, he asked, “Would you like to get under here?”