C'mon. I am so tired of hearing about what a hard life you have with your children.
How about this. And, though I don't wear a bikini, I'm talking to myself. How about we forget the summer beach body or the wedding body or the have-to-look-good-for-someone-else body? How about cleaning up and enjoying the skin that we live in every day? For ourselves? Because it feels good? And because we live longer? … Continue reading You At The Beach
This got me thinking. I read that a true friend is someone who, when you show up at their door in the middle of the night, says nothing except "let me get my shovel." My first thought was a moral one. What have they done? Have they broken the law? What mother is crying right … Continue reading What Do You Do With a Dead Body?
Here's a great one. I asked my nine-year-old daughter how she knows that she's not a robot. Without hesitation, and with a smarminess that told me she thought the question was stupid, she blurted out "I'm made of blood and love. No robot is made of blood and love!" Selah.
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