I’m tired of being in pain all the time. I’m tired of wearing a crown of thorns. They pierce my skin and they never stop hurting. I want to switch my crown of thorns into a crown of butterflies. Did you know that a group
Late last night, I was standing in the kitchen wearing my pink flannel champagne pajamas when my teenagers came home from a party hosted by a theater friend, who has recently become a self-proclaimed witch. They told me how mid-party he brought out a crystal
Plan a party and let the light and laughter blast out the darkness!
@thecheish on Twitter started a hilarious thread of birds who look twice-divorced. Check out these glamorous birds who do, indeed, look like they are twice divorced. All this talk of birds and feathers and Divorce Diva style led me to think about some other options
The beauty of running barefoot through an apple orchard, and learning to maybe stop fighting the fire and instead enjoy its wild heat…
Maybe that’s the real fairy tale: a gentle touch and a soft song can make a sea slug dance right out of it’s spiral shell.
Warm melted chocolate and opening a door to a clean closet almost always sparks joy.
“I’m Miss Marci and I teach Superheroes”, with a Cookie Monster handbag on my arm.
This random act of kindness from a stranger made me cry, and I still cry every time I read it. I turned and smiled at her, putting my hand on my heart and mouthing the words “Thank you”. She nodded and went back to her book, and I felt a tiny bit lighter, almost like I was wearing a parachute.
She was the Merchant of Marvels on the Ship of Dreams, with a billowing rainbow sail in a warm starry sky and a velvet bag full of stars that she can throw out into the sky whenever she wants, and I’ll be looking up, my eyes open wide, my heart open wide, my arms open wide, ready to catch them.
