Tuesday, July 28, 2015. If there were ever any doubt. After busting out a few dance moves, she proceeded to share some of her thoughts. What makes me special? I asked again, just to clarify. You took care of me when I was a baby. Oh, okay, Baby Girl. Monday, July 27, 2015. Anyway, Sunday was .

An exploration of what I love and think about. Is it about stepping off or stepping back? Is it fear of reaching my upper limits. Or is it about self-care? How do I choose? How do I know? What supports me on each side of the decision? In the short term and in the longer term.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008. None of us are perfect, but are we suppose to be? This morning I was greeted to breakfast in bed. Can you say, awww? Leaves .

Woe to Instagram, Facebook, and other wonderful social media sites. As I wiped down counters, the table, and swept the floor for approximately the 10,000th time this week, I felt worn. Honest moment, anyone? I felt angry and frustrated.

The First and Last of 2014. It has been over a year since my last post, the longest in between posts since I started. My blog title is even more fitting now than it was three years ago. There is a family that sits a few rows in front of us when we go to a particular service at church that looks like they walked off the pages of a Brooks Brothers catalog. They are happy and easy.