I’m not enough. At least that’s how I can feel sometimes. And with that feeling comes another assumption that I think is shared by a
“I guess I’m just a perfectionist” Have you ever said that? I’ve said it. See I think I enjoyed seeing myself in that light. There’s
I’m bordering on click-bait here. I promise this post does have something to do with politics. It’s just the politics of the 1940’s. I read
It’s possible. People tell you it’s not, you can’t, it’s too impractical, you need the credit score, you need the life experience, you need a
Easter wasn’t supposed to be a celebration. Really. It wasn’t. Cut to Sunday morning and you’re looking at a wake. Like this was, he’s dead.
So last week I decided to jump right into blog posting boiling water by talking about something we really don’t talk about. Miscarriage. It’s this