Today I turned an underwhelming twenty-three years old. Twenty-three is the first of many years that no one is too thrilled about turning. The fizzle and pizzazz of the big milestone firsts have dwindled away. I am no longer an…
Do We Want to Be Mothers or Do We Want to Be Like Our Mothers?
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. “This” being motherhood. As some of you may know I adopted a puppy back in May which means I have joined the club of “furmoms” or “pupmoms” or whatever you want to…
