We are the wounded women. The damaged. The broken. The ones that must push forward and pretend for the sake of others… because we know that they can’t handle our truths. If only they knew… How deep our scars run. How long they have bled. How many stains we’ve cleaned along the way. We are …
I just landed in LA a few hours ago and I had a little bit of an incident at LAX. I can’t shake ALL THE FEELZ, so I have the urge to just get what happened off my chest. As I was making my way to baggage claim, I saw a young family with their …
I haven’t turned off the news since hearing about the France terrorist attack last night. This month has been an absolute horror for the world. I am in a state of depression. My mind is clouded. I am walking around feeling like I am on too much medication – unable to hold a thought, unable …
I promised my children that when we went to Europe, I would take them cliff diving. When I was younger, it was one of my favorite summer pastimes while visiting Malta. We would jump off of 30-40 foot cliffs… often. It was so exhilarating. My cousins and I would play a game — who could …
Totally chaotic. I think those are the two words that would describe my life as of late. I promised myself an easy summer, but it’s been anything BUT. We’re always running around, late, double booked, stressed, over stressed and I KNOW it’s beginning to affect the children. But then there are small moments in our …
Something is building. A pressure. A storm. A fire. A spark that no longer can be ignored – despite so many people pretending not to see the red and the orange and the yellow. We are a broken nation that needs to heal. We are a broken nation that needs to admit that we need …