Comparison is the thief of joy. I have heard that saying often enough that my brain now discounts it as a cliché – a well-worn statement that has, for all its truth, lost its power to make me think other than to maybe nod my head or, if I’m feeling particularly snarky, roll my eyes. … Continue reading Cliché

Little Me

Do you ever wonder if your little self would be proud of what you’ve done? Wonder if the tiny, energetic ball of light would be excited to listen to grown-up you tell stories of your life? I do. I thought about and still think about that all the time. Would little me be disappointed with … Continue reading Little Me