My life is a Circus. The only things missing are the elephant, abundance of candy and of course, a tent. I haven’t quite decided if I’m the clown or a part of the freak-show. Probably the freak-show, ‘cause clowns are just creepy even if the name Bozo does apply to me from time to time.… Continue reading Beneath the Big Top

…To the Moon & Back My son and I regularly ask eachother “Do you love me?”, and the answer is always the same.“Yes, I do love you.”I tell him over and over that I love him, and that I always will. I tell him how special he is and how lucky I am to be his… Continue reading Implied

“Are you seeing anyone yet?” I hate this question with the burning heat of a thousand suns. While I fight back the urge to ask people if they’ve broken up with their jackass SO’s or tell them I’m more interested in a relationship with my right hand, I usually smile politely and answer a simple… Continue reading Leaping

How do you let go? I struggle with letting things go. I always have, and I probably always will. I struggle with letting go of hair or body products I don’t use, clothes that don’t fit and emotions and memories that bring me down. In the end, it leaves me with clutter and baggage.  I… Continue reading Hanging On

Skinny or Happy: Pick One. This was the beginning of a shocking conversation between a good friend and I. She chose skinny. I stared at her completely incredulous. Really? I couldn’t even believe it, so I asked her to explain her reasoning and warned her that she’d be finding our conversation anonymously written on my… Continue reading Thinspiration