Wasted YouthIt’s all sort of a blur today, but I remember what it was like. It may not have lasted very long but for the time it did. It was so much...
The Plight of the PrincessI like faerie tales. What girl doesn’t? We grow up believing in faerie tales, don’t we? Our mothers teach and tell us about the Princess...
Its Just SexI didn’t always, if I ever really thought about it, liked the idea of sex, when I was younger. I was afraid of it. It was a bad thing. I...
Moments of IndecisionI keep telling myself, it gets better. Hang in there. Stay with it. Keep doing what you're supposed to be doin'. So I do. Self...
The Constant ReminderFor me it's knowing that I'm not getting out the bed because it's morning, or I gotta go to work or becuse the alarm dictates it's time...
Momma SaidThe youngest kids always had the warmest baths. And it was always youngest to the oldest. We went in groups of three for the “Little kids
Being a Super Hero WomanThere was a time when I could wake up in the morning. Jump out of the bed and hit the ground running at the speed of love. I was...
Your Plan, My PlanI know what you want. I know what you're expecting right now. I know what you're thinking. You think that after all the decades of...
The Moral of the Story is...Once upon a time when I was naïve. I believed in fairytales. I believed there were monsters under my bed. I believed if you rubbed two...
The Last LetterI keep putting off writing this letter to you because it’s not something I want o do. Because it seems so final. Even though, now as I...
