one single mother. one spririted preschooler. oy — what a life.
Lately, I have been feeling really insecure about my huge half-sleeve tattoo. I guess that means I’m not as cool or cutting-edge as I’d like to think I am.
When I got it in spring 2009, yes I was a “mature” woman of 33, but I was also not in the best place. I was somewhat [...]
I believe that in this world all matter is interconnected - what influences the inner influences the outer, and vice-versa. My new tattoo is a perfect example of this principle.
I feel as if I have undergone an initiation of sorts. I am marked for life. So many experiences have marked me for life in the [...]
Ever since I was a rebellious teenager, I have wanted to get a tattoo.
Luckily for me, I did not get tattooed at any point along the way. It’s likely that I would now be cringing at what I would have picked then. I was a “goth” as a teen and it probably would been something [...]
Welcome to this blog - my chronicle of the illuminating, character-building path of single parenthood. I'm making this up as I go along. My life is my practice, and my five year-old son is my greatest teacher.