Temporary Housewife

G has this nifty tablet with lots of free books on it.  Out of this treasure chest of adventure and knowledge came a book on how to do origami. Back in my day, we used to make origami an art form!  (because it is not already?  moving on!)  Paper cranes, M.A.S.H. chomper thingies, footballs, and, of course, unnecessarily complicated folded notes to our friends and crushes. So when she asked me to do some origami with her, I said yes.  Not immediately of course.  Because, hello, email. But after 5 minutes of finishing up some emailing stuff, we got to work on making some origami. Depending on how you look on it, it went extremely well (great bonding time) and also quite horribly (we barely got a pig to look like a pig). First attempt at making some sort of a flower, furiously thrown to the other end of the table.  How is this for kids with folds like that, I ask you? The beginnings of our pigs.  Folding paper. IT'S SO EASY. ...

I’ve been hemming and hawing about sharing this publicly, because it’s just… I just don’t think the general public is ready to understand.  Certain feelings that go deep for other individuals can make others uncomfortable.  Love like this isn’t fully embraced, even in these modern times.  And yet, I can’t keep this inside anymore.   I met someone.  She’s changed my life in so many ways.  She’s made me really rethink about how I treat myself.  She’s been kind, nourishing, validating, powerful.  So please be kind. This is Veronica. A little selfie action with my love My husband has been extremely supportive, as he's noticed my consumption of green whole food juices has increased exponentially. Unfortunately, she’s only staying at our house until the end of February when I need to return her to my mom.  Yes, Veronica belongs to my mother, true, but my heart belongs to Veronica.  For almost a week now, she has shown me thi...