I love you, yoga, but I might have to break up with you.
Tag: mother
Dear Pamela,
I’m so sorry for the behavior of the media lately. The idea of you not wearing makeup has them up in a shameful roar, and I’m pissed. Although I love seeing your face, my gut has been bothered by what has been hurling around. I feel an unrequited friendship between us; therefore, I’m a bit …
Kids These Days…
Wait, aren’t you the parents of the kids these days? For your information, this current generation is an evolved result of yours. I will never claim to be the perfect parent, however, the intention behind the phrase “kids these days” pisses me off to no end, and every generation says it. Furthermore, when the phrase …
Looking for self-love in all the wrong places.
Watching my daughter struggle with self-love is far more painful for me than my lack of it. It makes me wonder how the hell this happens to us? How can I fix it? How can I force her to see how perfect she is, just like her dad and I made her? I wouldn’t change …
Wrath of Mother [Earth]
You cannot gaze upon Her eyes nor feel Her embrace. Her form so large, voiceless, and without a face. If you listen and feel there She will be. If you listen and feel then you will see. A blaze, a fiery scream so vast and far away. Yet meant for us all to listen and …
A woman of many hats…
About Me: I am more than a reflection of what you see. I am complicated yet plain, insecure yet vein. I am fractious and composed, loved, and loathed. I am bitter also sweet, outlandish also discrete. You’ll find me candid and forward, however, silent and reserved, trusting, or doubting whichever is deserved. My biography must …