Big, Fat Lies About Identity: Trading for the Truth

Big, Fat Lies About Identity: Trading for the Truth

Why did I choose today to let her pick her own clothes?! Of course, today we’d bump into her–the mom that makes me feel like the Peg Bundy to her June Cleaver. I looked down at my daughter. Princess dress. Leopard boots. Red Christmas coat. Christmas was weeks...

Dear 2017: A Poem

When I sat down to write this, I fully intended to write a deep, authentic, well-written, full-length post, like the ones typically seen on Compared to Who? But everything I drafted sounded like I was at a job interview wearing pinchy shoes, so I tossed them....