Time Warp

Somewhere in my mother's house exists a worn picture of an awkward little girl sitting cross legged on a picnic table squinting into the late summer sun.

Pale skin, freckles, reddish hair and a toothy grin. She was a mess and for years I was embarrassed by her image.

But now, with time and grace tempered compassion, all I want to do is to scoop her up and hug her tight. Try to squeeze in a little love and courage she'll need for the things to come.

She didn't know that she was strong and brave.

Or smart and a natural leader.

She didn't know that the very things she despised about her looks made her unique and pretty.

She didn't know that SHE WAS NOT FAT!

How I wish I could just love her a little more and whisper gently to her...

It will be ok.

It will be amazing.

Exciting News!

I have finally rejoined the computing world. All the partial posts I've started on my tiny iphone will soon come to life and find their way to publication. Oh how I've missed you normal size keyboard.

Look for more soon!