Technically, my bosom was clothed in a rather bedazzled brassiere. Even though I had no intention of any action nearing usch exhibitionism, in the moment I could not have cared less.
I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.
The Viral Village.
Your health, now more than ever, is my family’s health; my health is my neighbor’s. We are global…
How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: “Well, why don’t you find out?”
As I talked, I still felt a bit like the observer, documenting myself and my actions while reminding myself to speak not as a victim but as a proud woman and graceful lady.
How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: The Rest in the Story
I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….
How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: Gentle Guidance
Now the pre-dawn glow of Christmas tree lights and lazy embers from the fire nudged me awake, gently reminding me that I had no pressure of a day’s schedule.