Pretty is as Pretty Does
A dear saint, my mama, used to say to me when I felt less than pretty or radiant “Pretty is as pretty does!” Honestly, that annoyed me because I could only see a freckled face, brown dish-water colored hair, the skinniest, flat chested teenager in all the world. All my friends seemed to have come…
That RADIANCE – That Glow!
That RADIANCE – That Glow! A dear saint, my Mama, used to say to me when I felt less than pretty or RADIANT — “Pretty is as pretty does!” Honestly that annoyed me because I could only see a freckled (often with pimples) face, brown dish-water colored hair, the skinniest, flat chested teenager in ALL…
My Childhood Home
Do you remember your childhood home? If you’re like me, you may remember a huge home with a ginormous tree out front, but when we go back to that childhood home, we realize it’s only about 1,000 square feet and that huge tree in the front yard is just a scrawny tree. We had a…