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.
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 …