When I was 16, and it was winter, my Dad would go out to the garage every single morning and start my car for me to warm it up before I got in it. Every single morning. I don’t remember getting into a cold car
Everyone keeps saying Happy New Year and asking me how my holidays were. I would like to say AMAZING! A BLAST! FABULOUS! But it isn’t true. For us, the 2019 holidays were back-breaking heart-breaking work. If you know me, you know how much I love
The beauty of running barefoot through an apple orchard, and learning to maybe stop fighting the fire and instead enjoy its wild heat…
“I’m Miss Marci and I teach Superheroes”, with a Cookie Monster handbag on my arm.
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.
Can a Pair of Purple Vevlet Boots iwth Upturned Toes turn Pain into Humor? I say YES! (It’s Worth a Try, Right?)
Marci’s Declarations for the Perfect Revenge Body: Toned arms are out! Bat wings are in! Cellulite is gorgeous! Jiggly and Wiggly! I love it!
Rainbows and waterfalls nd poetry heal me, but the best part was spending time with the ones I love, creating memories that can never be taken away.
I haven’t wanted to post because there’s just so much, so much deep tragedy and trauma in my life. I don’t want to write any of it down because I want to pretend none of it is true. But as a person who has chosen
