dear katie and mikki: this isn’t really a confession…more of a statement…because a confession might mean that i’m not okay with it. but, i am. i live in my head a lot. mostly actually. i don’t know if its from being an only child or maybe it is just a definitive part of who i…
dear mikki and katie… today i picked you up, Katie, and we ran through the slushy mud-soaked snow of the grocery store parking lot. i held your body tight to my chest and felt the vibration of your cherubic giggle radiate through to my rib cage . you untied your arms from around my neck…
dear Mikki and Katie… as a mother, i have frequent, unrealistic, idealistic fantasies about your first dates, proms, weddings, and most importantly, grandchildren (lots). i realize this, and that either makes it more okay, or less okay depending on how you look at it. despite my visions of ‘the perfect’ love for you both, despite…
i get just about as excited as customers do for prints, albums and products to arrive. and the storm this week really dampened my spirits when about 4 of my shipments got re-appointed (that is their word for it, not mine…you can imagine my word for it). when the UPS guy arrived today, i thanked…
dear mikki and katie… as a little girl you will be perpetually bombarded with idealistic imagery of falling in love, relationships and/or marriage, finding your perfect one and only soul mate, and the white picket fence. even in this amazing time in the world where a woman can do just about anything, Disney movies with…
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