Resting Bitch Face

NanoWrimo day 3 Before I was born, I was cursed with resting bitch face. I am not sure what bruja my ancestors angered but all the women in my family are burdened with resting bitch face. Maybe it’s a small sacrifice for the ferocity that burns through our veins. Because no woman travels to America…

NanoWrimo

I have five minutes left of the first day of the national novel writing month kick off. Five minutes left and not a clue as to what I am doing. I had sort of been playing around with the idea of trying to participate but hadn’t even remotely tried to figure anything out beyond that….

Dear Charlotte

My dear one, Today you are three years old. Happy anniversary of your life, of your trips around the sun, of our adventures in the great cosmic experience that is mothering and daughter-ing. You are sweet and gentle yet also inspiringly stubborn. You live your moments as they come without concern, and I think that…