Before I can re-create our conversation this morning, I need to give a little background. Kalisha usually gets up early, eats a bowl of cereal, then goes back to bed.
I took a good long look in the mirror the other day and thought, I ain't gettin' any younger. Those white hairs and crow's feet are tell-tale signs that the bloom of youth has withered.
I write my blog with a few basic assumptions. First, people are generally good at heart. Second, people generally mean well.
Saturday evening, we had guests for dinner. After dinner, the six of us played UNO.
I do love a January calendar, all those lovely blank, fresh squares. It’s like a clean slate, lots of white space and much potential.
As some of you who regularly read this blog already know, Kalisha faces consequences if she does not fulfill her commitments.
Seven years ago I asked my friend, Jill, what childbirth was really like. Jill is one of the most "real" women I know and since she'd just had a baby I thought she be the perfect person to ask.
In the last 18 months, I’ve put on 17 net pounds.
"Abandon the urge to simplify everything, to look for formulas and easy answers, and begin to think multidimensionally, to glory in the mystery and paradoxes of life, not to be dismayed by the mult
I was looking through pictures a few days ago, searching for a particular one, when I found this one. It made me smile for several reasons.