Perfection: It’s Not All It’s Cracked Up To Be.

Raised by woman who spent three years of her early adulthood preparing to be a nun, there are many things I learned to be true:

1. There’s only one right way to do many things: folding towels and cutting onions are among them. Now chances are pretty good that a couple of moms would fold towels the same way that I do, but onions? I cut them the same way every time. And I can tell you with a great deal of certainty that my mother, who lives 2,000 miles away, is cutting them the same as I am. Continue reading

Happiness is…

When I was 12 I thought that someday I’d be happy when I had breasts. Or when I was allowed to wear pantyhose or make-up. Or when I no longer lived “at home.” But when that didn’t happen I thought maybe when I had graduated from college. Or when I was married. Or when I had a mortgage. Or when I was out of debt. Or at least when I lost “the weight.” Continue reading