Time is a game played beautifully by children. -Heraclitus of Ephesus The pace and progression of motherhood always surprises me despite warnings from others or my own knowledge in my seven year journey to date. […]
Time is a game played beautifully by children. -Heraclitus of Ephesus The pace and progression of motherhood always surprises me despite warnings from others or my own knowledge in my seven year journey to date. […]
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. -Sylvia Plath The first […]
“Like I said, things never turn out exactly the way you planned. Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day, you’re in diapers; next day, you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place… a town… a house… like a lot of other houses; a yard like a lot of other yards; on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is… after all these years, I still look back… with wonder.” The Wonder Years