Last month the world lost another beautiful woman. She was a wife and mother. She was kind, upbeat, smiling and generous. The preschool moms watched as she ran circles around the rest of us, volunteering, coordinating and simply “making things …
Perfectly Broken and Whole
While growing up, through a series of explicit and implicit messages, I believed “order” was necessary to be accepted, chosen and loved. In other words, I needed to be perfect. I couldn’t change the freckles on my skin (which I …