Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 4 When I was younger, I hated hugs. It’s not like I grew up in a house without affection. But somewhere along the way, a hug became something that made me freeze. Like my body forgot what to do. Arms stiff. Heart racing. Eyes wide. I would default to… Continue reading The Girl Who Hated Hugs
Last night was a hard one. One of those moments in parenting, especially solo parenting, that leaves you raw and questioning. Am I doing the right thing? Am I too hard? Too soft? Is she pulling away because I’m showing her the boundaries she needs, or because I’m getting it all wrong? I sat with… Continue reading Rooted in Love, Even When It Hurts
Where My Love of Bad Girls Began When you grow up always getting in trouble for being too loud, too stubborn, too much, you start to identify with the women labeled as the bad girl. And when those women are always cast as villains—always on the losing side—you start to feel like your only option is to… Continue reading The Bad Girls Teaser
