my kid drank pepsi for breakfast
With our boots on and jackets zipped, I ran down the hall to pour coffee into my travel mug and that’s when I saw it: the empty Pepsi bottle sitting next to the sink.
With our boots on and jackets zipped, I ran down the hall to pour coffee into my travel mug and that’s when I saw it: the empty Pepsi bottle sitting next to the sink.
My many negative feelings about my adoption have affected every aspect of my life, and while I’ve come to terms with and released those negative feelings, I’m not blind to the way they’ve shaped my life.
They are, after all, the reason why I answer to Mama today.
After tackling the pose this evening, I reminded myself that it’s not just OK to fall sometimes – it’s important, even when it hurts. Lying quietly on my mat in savasana, I felt my eyes snap open as I realized bakasana is more than a yoga pose: it’s a reflection of so many things in my life.
Anyone who knows me knows I love Hallowe’en.
As we walked to the car, I suggested we stop for ice cream on the drive home and caught F’s eye as he looked quizzically at me: had I finally lost it? Didn’t I know it was dinnertime? Come on, I said. It will be fun! You can get whatever you want. It was just before… Continue reading an ice cream dinner date