Imagine if you had a sweet, little cozy house. You tend it well, doing all you can to keep it all pretty and quaint. While it’s not the house you imagined yourself owning, you have found yourself loving it; loving the simplicity of it. Outside you have planted a yard chock full gardens for all things to grow, all surrounded quaint little white picket fence. Read the rest of this entry »
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Yesterday, I was in T.J. Maxx with my wee one and she wanted a flat-iron. She selected one, describing it to me as “a breast cancer flat-iron.” I told her I would buy it if she could find anywhere on the box that it said the money raised with this pink-ribboned wonder went to research. She read the cheerful synopsis on the box out loud, explaining all that her purchase would do for breast cancer. It ended with the word that makes my skin crawl, “awareness.” Read the rest of this entry »
after five years 