Martha called him her Dandelion. Dandelion. Called him Dandelion when he’d roar his little roar with widened eyes and mouth stretched to brandish fangs he didn’t have. 1,974 more words
She’s loud. She’s mouthy. She’s spirited. She’s willful. She’s sassy. She’s too much. She’s my daughter. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, no two people are exactly alike, but I always feared (and now I know, rightfully so) that I wouldn’t be able to escape the tough time I had given my Mom, over the years. 573 more words
Yesterday my partner and I spent the morning and afternoon at The Philadelphia Museum of Art seeing the opening ritual in the morning performed by the 7 monks from the Bongwon Temple, the head temple of the Taego Order of Korean Buddhism for more than 1,000 years. 607 more words
As the mom of a little girl, I’ve been thinking a lot about body image lately. It seems every woman with whom I work–from already lithe blondes to women who could, maybe, lose six pounds at most–are replacing actual food with Isagenix shakes. 685 more words