No More Shame

I’ve always told my daughter, my beautiful, athletic, terrific person of a daughter that I accepted my fatness. I thought that by admitting it to her, she’d see what was lacking in me and make sure she didn’t make the same mistakes. Then one day, when this gorgeous attractive teenager told me she thought she was fat and ugly, I had another one of those brain spirals like I did in 8th grade. This has to be another nightmare.

Social Anxiety Be Gone!

When I first took the plunge and decided to publish A Girl from the Hill, I never considered the next logical step – selling A Girl from the Hill. I was clueless about the feelings that come from creating something, sweating and crying and laughing and agonizing over this baby of mine, only to then try to convince the …

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Eddie Haskell Wasn’t So Bad … Oh Yeah He Was

Watching way too much retro TV this weekend when I should be reading and writing. But last week's long relentless stress from all angles, to the point that I felt like a baby harbor seal dodging clubs, left me with no alternative than to veg out and regress back to the days when everything was …

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Ain’t nobody gonna steal my joy. Repost from Sethsnap

Ain't nobody gonna steal my joy.. I love that ain't keeps showing up in my posts.  Such a powerful word. I agree with Seth, and he does such a fantastic job expressing the sentiment in his photos May we all persevere, and let's just share our joy so it cannot be stolen. Related articles Digging for joy (dysgirl.com) Don't …

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I Coulda Beena Contenda- but She Actually is One

 My daughter stayed home sick yesterday with a cough and scratchy throat. She is pretty tough as sixth grade girls go, so when she does complain that she’s not well I take it seriously. My husband, upon getting home from work, suggested that Julia get ready for basketball practice that evening. I began to protest, …

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