imperfectly authentic
Sometimes you walk in the door from work, kiss and hug the kiddies and you and I give each other a look; a glance of mutual acknowledgment that we have both respectively made it to 6:30 pm and that we both, as well as the children, are all in one piece. Sometimes we linger on…
This flower looks fake, doesn’t it? But, it’s not. Kind of like me; occasionally giving you the impression that I’m not authentic, but in fact, I fully am. Okay, maybe not completely, because like this image of the flower, sometimes I use a filter and I am not going to apologize for that, and you…
And on the seventh day, God made Target. Wait. That’s not right. I should have paid more attention in religion class. Oops. Good thing God knows that I love Him and I surely know that He loves me (and my humor). Since my version is all I can recite, we will go with that; just…
Hey Guys. Allow me to let you in on a little secret — I don’t have a lot of time. Okay, that’s not really a secret and according to my husband, I b*tch, complain, and preach about it far and wide to anyone within earshot at every opportunity. Am I a martyr? I’m not trying to be,…
“This is magic.” Only a child would say something like that while walking the halls of a children’s hospital. We had just exited the elevator taking us from the registration floor up to the pre-op level for my daughter’s scheduled surgery –a tonsillectomy, a frenotomy (lip-tie cut), and a myringotomy (ear tube replacement). When we…
This morning my two-year-old locked me out of my house. I stepped out back on our patio to let our aging Labradors out to relieve themselves. While I usually leave the back door open so that I can hear my kids fighting for the three to five minutes that I am not in the room,…
I claim (and complain) that I get the worst of you, but the truth is that I get the best of you. I get the you who is on the journey. I get the you who is slightly naive and curious. I get the you who is learning and growing. I get the you who is…
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