I read and article that women should sleep on their back and always on a silk pillow case. The silk keeps your hair from tangling and breaking and you sleep on your back so you don’t mush your face into the pillow and cause wrinkles. Yeah, I sleep on my stomach, face full on mashed…
This is my 100th Post. That’s kind of a big deal, right? Anytime something is a big deal, or I tell myself, “This is a big deal!” the same thing happens. Nothing. Especially when it comes to writing. Whether I’m writing a chapter for a book or a blog post. If it’s a big deal,…
Being a mother is tricky stuff. I have always said I float between serial killer and valedictorian with my children every single day. There isn’t a right answer or a book that tells you how to raise a healthy, well adjusted, productive human being. In fact, when I think about the actual task of helping…
The photograph on the left is Migrant Mother by Dorthea Lange. It was taken in 1936. The photograph on the right is a publicity shot of Joan Crawford, also taken in 1936. One is a picture of a woman that looks like she works hard, she’s had…
I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis lately. Warning, this blog may be a touch whiney and I realize I could be living in Haiti or missing a leg. I know…there are people a lot worse off than I am and quite frankly I’m sick of hearing about it. I want to wallow…
Michiko Shinohara was my friend in the third grade. We traded stickers every day during lunch and she taught me how to do Origami. She was a wiz at folding paper and I was always amazed by the things she could create. She even made a balloon once. Folded a square piece of paper for…