life lessons

In a flash, my daughter was back on her feet and just a few steps forward, she was letting herself sink into the snow once more. “I love this, mama! I’m so good at falling!”

Now that I’ve turned 30 (and wear caftans) I’m done reading vapid click-bait offering prosaic advice. This is not one of those articles.

Wouldn't it be great if we could go back in time and talk to our younger selves? What would you say (besides ridiculing those questionable hairstyles and dodgy dates!)? Fortunately, we live and learn — painfully at times — and realize these experiences only define who we are.