This morning I stayed in bed till late. I was awake, but I didn’t want to get up to a house without Pierre in it. Yesterday I had to put my dog down. Such a gentle euphemism for murder. To put one to sleep. My dear, dear dog-man trusted me, yet I tricked him. First… Continue reading Now We Are 3 (only)→
Hear ye, hear ye – men and women alike must read this clever post, courtesy of a fellow blogger who hails from Saint Kitts (an island in the West Indies formally as Saint Christopher Island), My Vantage Point: Navigating Life with a Vagina, for a good commiserating laugh…
I have never before been more intimidated by make-up than I am when I see a Youtube tutorial on achieving the perfect night to day, day to night to bed make-up look in no less than three hours.
Role models can be great. They provide wisdom for how to get where we’d like to be.
Take care, though.
In our eagerness, we risk blindness and deafness to how sometimes they’re better examples of what not to do. Of the ones we love, those who are closest to us, their familiarity can feel like normalcy.
The amazing poem posted by afroliz of Zimbabwe that follows illustrates what I’m trying to say.
I believe we must all continually work to be our own best role models. Let us be lighthearted in working toward that goal. Let us be as serious as happiness when it comes to understanding which role models we might already have unwittingly chosen.
I have never before been more intimidated by make-up than I am when I see a Youtube tutorial on achieving the perfect night to day, day to night to bed make-up look in no less than three hours.
