I have a hard time with things that matter to me.  I've never been the girl who cries out to others easily, I don't often hug friends or family.. rarely vocalize that I love them, I'm never totally comfortable in vulnerability - quite honestly, a lot of that comes down to being a relatively private person who has always felt that weakness in the ( Read more... )

I sat down to write this with the urge to spill a million secrets into the void and now that I'm here I don't quite know where to begin or with what.  This past couple of weeks has had me pinned all over the emotional map - it's been an equal mesh of exciting and exhausting and while it's easy to see the negative, feeling the positive has dragged ( Read more... )

Look, I'm as susceptible to the appeal, pressures and trends of womanhood as the next guy but I cannot (not for lack of trying) get on this instagram makeup bandwagon that spotlights carved out features and bird-of-paradise shadow combinations that make my basic liner and mascara "eye look" pout in the corner.  And contour makes me look like Pig ( Read more... )

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You can have your space, cowboy
I ain't gonna fence you in.
Go on ride away in your Silverado, guess I'll see you 'round again.
We had our day in the sun
When a horse wants to run, ain't no sense closin' the gate...
So you can have your space, cowboy.
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I will never deny that grief and loss hurt when they happen, but the residual waves last longer ( Read more... )

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I've always been prone to spontaneous, borderline manic obsessive... I want to call them "episodes" (but without the clinical tone).  I rearrange furniture at 11pm, reorganize closets, start new hobbies like fishtanks (ugh.)... go balls to the wall on an idea because for some reason it hits me and I can't shake it until I see it come to fruition of ( Read more... )

I had a date last night with my toddlers, preteen and mother in tow.  Something in life is going right because despite the utter chaos that my boys bring to the picture and the bizarre idea that my mom was chilling a few seats down, there was a sweet reminiscence about trying to hold hands in the dark without being seen and the night wrapped with a ( Read more... )

But I remember taking that one.  I'd parted my hair deep on the opposite side than usual and I was feeling very emo and artistic.  Check out those downcast eyes.

Fast forward a bunch of years and I'm here with a cold coffee, a wedding ring scar, a messy bun of lighter and longer hair, less weight, more fine lines, small children at my feet and a ( Read more... )