The mind, a dormant stone

 To the lipstick that made my Mom happy,  I smelt you today, because the sudden rise of your aroma, a suddenly ripe expiration to a wax well used, sticky, rich, and captivating. A heavy tread across the highlights of your lips. Creases of embarrassed smiles, a guilt of not belonging, or a lessening, or insecurity. Yeah, that's about ripe. But your thickness glamourized my Mom  with your crimson promise, of keeping her young, beautiful, a ritual of engagement with the mirror,   A promise she knew. Always hid. JmWC 11 18 20  1053

Today is a day to be grateful for. I had so much fun. I think it was because of the way I was able to float from one event to the next to the next to the next. I really enjoy my freedom. The feeling like the cage is lifted...and I get to pamper myself in between. Aside from getting to take a real girly girl shower...one that includes scrubbing with delicious smelling soap, and soak my feet, take care of any shaving... It was awesome. There are days that go by where I don't get to do all this basic me time...like showering. Crazy right? I guess it's because I have 2 kids under 3 years old. ayyyyyyy yi yi yi. Well, that got to happen today... baby Sol tried peeing on the potty... and well it's pretty impressive since he is only 18 months old. Today Luna counted to 12, without any prompting or guidance...she just started counting the beads on her necklace. She was confident and just counted. I am so proud of her. She says more and more words each day, speaks in longer se...