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 ]

How Do You See Yourself?

The other night, after the kids had gone to bed, while the Ranger game was on in the background and Scott and I were finally getting a few minutes to sit down together, I got sucked into that black hole that is the world of Buzzfeed quizzes. This one promised to finally and definitively answer [ Read More ]