Too muchness

As a write this, I look down at my tummy. It’s still tan from summer, the bling of my belly ring (yes, I have a piercing on my tummy), and the rolls fold from one too many times I decided to skip the gym. I heard a song today, about the master and the masterpiece … More Too muchness

It’s not my fault

I’m done saying sorry. I have been noticing how often I apologize. Why? I walk into a store and someone brushes my shoulder and my first reaction is to say I’m sorry. Why? I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s such a small thing. I have stopped saying sorry for things I didn’t do. The other … More It’s not my fault