Thursday, March 13, 2014

I Thought My Kid was Dying...Again.

I heard a crash from my kids' bedroom.  The kind of crash that makes you sprint towards it.  I found my three-year-old son on the floor.  I picked him up to find blood gushing, and I mean gushing, from the back of his head.  I'm not a screamer, but I screamed like I've never screamed before.
That makes for the second time in a month that I thought my kid was dying.
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Thursday, March 6, 2014

In Which I Share My Deepest Fear

This is officially the hardest post I’ve ever written.
I somehow failed to realize that in challenging people open up this week at The Grove and share their fear, their deepest insecurity, that it would involve ME peeling back the layers of myself to find my fear. And then exposing it for all to see.
Whose grand idea was this anyway?

I wrestled back and forth, pounded it all out, thought I was nearly finished, and then…well, then I scrapped it all.  That wasn’t the fear I needed to share with you all.  It would have been easier, because that fear had me looking a bit more “together." And, well, I try pretty hard to give off that image.
But no ... here’s the fear I don’t want to share, and maybe that makes it the one I need to share.  So here I go...
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And in lining up with being my real self, here's make-up free me...