So much has changed. Lost love, found love, new manicurist, new barber. An even lower tolerance of excessive crap and a new appreciation of giving of one’s self. Being a mommy ROCKS. I mean, it just simply rocks.
Being a lover, friend, confidant, and the gorilla glue that holds so many lives together… egh, it rocks too, but being a mommy still takes the cake.
Not as angry as before. Learing to allow myself to be loved is a journey. Learning not to take on other people’s problems is the current task at hand. i have a confession... puting cumin in ur spaghetti sucks, it tastes like an italian and asian indian are having a death match... please stop.
Did I mention I have fallen in love with Harlem?