Somewhere along the line we were told “no” and we made the mistake of believing it. We call ourselves “grown ups” because we think we’ve grown up without anywhere left to go.
Her strength just spoke to me and told me that if ever something bad happened, I too could power through and work hard to keep my family together.
She knows more weird and obscene religious jokes than you do.
How many of you remember your grandparents sneaking sugar packets, breadsticks, or crackers into their takeout bags, Members Only jackets, or pocketbooks when you ate out?
“Pressure is a privilege. So is turning another year older.”
The “look at my kid go” phenomenon never goes away.
Everyone undergoes a different path in life. Some are ready to be moms at nineteen, or twenty-five, or thirty-seven.
I’m a quitter. I just didn’t know it.
Growing up with sisters can be a blast, and it can also be a nightmare. For instance, the consistent availability of clothing choices is nothing to complain about.
Thank you for always being cool with going on random, spontaneous road trips and for helping me navigate the GPS that can’t seem to stay on my car dashboard.