Girls, Girls, Girls

Okay, I know that title got someone’s attention. More than Old Ladies, Old Ladies, Old Ladies might have at any rate. This past weekend was a “girls’ weekend” with my cousins. None of us are spring chickens. We all called ourselves old ladies multiple times during conversations. Sometimes bemoaning certain facts of our age, sometimesContinueContinue reading “Girls, Girls, Girls”

C is for Constant

Like the ringing in my ears? No. Well, yeah, sure, if it helps the point. When we are very young, the constants in our lives seem so very certain. Or maybe just my life. As a child, I had been privileged to live a life where I didn’t experience a ton of fear and insecurity.ContinueContinue reading “C is for Constant”