There’s a reason women call make-up war paint.
Tag: love
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What if we choose instead to rejoice in the miracle of who we are?
You think, therefore I am…
When I was a kid, I was a grade A, brow-sweating keener.
In Praise of Authenticity
There are a million ways to be loved and to give love, so we need a million tools for the job. Actually, it’s probably more like 7 billion. 7.4 billion, at last count.
Shedding the Weight
Shame is a bully and it lives in my fat cells. I’ve been thinking a lot about my fat cells lately. See, I started working out. My final frontier. I’ve never been very good at sports. I have beautiful sisters who excelled, but I was the one you’d find smoking bummed cigarettes on the wall … Continue reading Shedding the Weight


