Be Inspired
Freshly Cut Grass, and an Apology
Now that I’m single, my husband’s old chores, like cutting the grass and changing hallway lightbulbs, have become my rights of passage – mundane daily reminders that I am capable of more than I gave myself credit for. Likewise, the domestic rituals that used to define me no longer hold the same weight or smell of the same resentment.
An Open Heart
Empty alleys behind the building became our runway. Doorways and overhangs provided a perfect frame, and crumbling brick walls added a soft edge. The sun shined down on us, but not too brightly that it overexposed the photos. Regular women, my friends, posed beautifully despite never having modeled – authentic smiles, laughter, and confidence in their bodies. The vibe was real, and fun.
The Power of Tribe at Mommy Con
I wanted to relieve the pressure from her back, massage the sore muscles in her feet, and take her 2 year old for a walk around the hotel so she could breathe. I wanted to hand her a sparkling glass of lemonade and direct her to a soft bed to lie down on. She appeared bogged down with kids, luggage, and information.
But really, I wanted to tell her that all this “stuff” is completely up to her – that when we’re bombarded with products and advice and information, it’s easy to lose sense of our own knowledge and power.
