I am important, I count …

These are powerful words. It took me a long time to understand them, to accept that they applied to me too. I like them because they have no caveats or criteria; they belong to every living thing. I grew up believing that worth had to be earned. It came with hard work, or hair color, or weight, or any other… Continue reading

Perfectly imperfect

Lately I have been taking grim trips down memory lane. You know the kind, the ones where you revisit old events with chagrin and, dare I say it, embarrassment. I’m not really prone to embarrassment, but lately I seem to be entertaining it in relation to certain occasions. In reality, if I step away from whatever “stuff” seems to be… Continue reading