Are You My Mother?

Are You My Mother?

Was it when I became more like a little person and less like a cuddly baby that my mother couldn’t love me anymore? Was it because I started to like different things than she did, or wanted to venture from her side? Was it because she reached her capacity for...
Part Of

Part Of

I’ve been on this thinking tear lately: so much to think about! I kind of feel like my life is a 5,000 piece puzzle and I’m working out where all the edge pieces go. And also finding that bit of that middle part, and now oh! here’s that piece so now...
In the Middle

In the Middle

Instead of a people pleaser I call myself a peacemaker. I think this is a people pleaser, but maybe the deluxe version. Not only do I want everyone to be happy, but I do it at the expense of my own well being. With some added meddling and fixing where I really...