When the image I see in the mirror isn’t only my own…

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror I see her.  Her. It’s not just my own reflection staring back at me anymore, but hers as well now.  It turns my otherwise innocuous bathroom mirror into the equivalent of one you would find in a so-called funhouse.  It warps, it bends, it is anything but “fun”. I hear [ Read More ]

Help Other People” (or hLP UDR PUDPAL)

While wading through the ocean of paperwork, pictures, photos, artwork ad worksheets sent home in the stuffed Trader Joe’s brown paper bag by my daughter’s teacher on the last day of school, I was trying to figure out the eternal parenting quandary – how much of this stuff do I keep, and how much can [ Read More ]