May 21, 2012
It’s such an ordinary evening. I’m just sitting there alone in Panera with my laptop and the best tuna sandwich I’ve had in ages. Deadlines loom large and Pete is home with kids so I can squeeze more hours out of a beautiful spring evening. My head is full of the tapestry of women. How [...]
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May 17, 2012
Whether I’m hiding behind my kids or not. Whether I’m tired, wraggedy, or manic. He sees me. Not my undone laundry or my messy house. Not my fraying door mat or my futon with the chocolate milk stains. He sees me. Beyond the color of my hair or the size of my waist. Over the [...]
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