I almost can’t remember what I would do, pre-pandemic. My mind is running through the streets here in town, trying to picture myself going places. It’s like trying to remember a hazy dream.
Remember waaaaay back in August, when I spent my 37th birthday filming an episode of a TV show where I got a kitchen makeover? Well, it finally aired, so now I can share!
I know it sounds ridiculous, but now that our daughter only wants to wear store-bought jeans and T-shirts, I’m having a bit of an identity crisis. When school is back in session, I won’t be the mom who sews cute dresses with matching hair bows.
I can scroll through years of photos, and the same ones keep showing up. Badly-lit, boring pictures of laptops. Sometimes it’s a laptop sitting on my knees, with taekwondo classes or dance practices happening in the background. Other times, it’s a laptop sitting on… Continue Reading “When moms make time for dreams”
I went off my antidepressants, and now I’m working on myself. It’s uncomfortable as hell. It’s the most difficult DIY project of my life.