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Author Archives: LwithaC
Gentle Friday
It’s been a rough week for kidlet. I’m heading off to pick her up early from her after program because Things. And I’m choosing to be soft when I get her. To connect first. And she doesn’t know this but I’ve packed her roller skates and some snacks in case that sounds nice. It’ll beContinue reading “Gentle Friday”
Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,
Note to self: Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small. They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM. Not yourself.Restriction won’t help you grow.And you can’t hate yourself to happy. TheyContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,”
Increased Agitation
And everything feels chaotic because it kinda is.
So I try to handle the things that I can.
How We Work: Lesson Two
We are more than just muscle, bone, and fat. Seriously.
Fucking Fitness: Perspective from a Silver Millennial, Lesson One
Sharing some of my rage, experience, confusion, and hard learned lessons, so maybe I can help one person avoid some of that pain, frustration, and shame.
Easy-Ass Dinner for a Friday Night
Okay, apparently it’s Friday y’all (what is time). Here’s my easy-ass dinner for tonight: Shredded Chicken Rice Bowls. Frozen chicken thighs into the slow cooker, cover in BBQ sauce. Low or Hi depending on your timing. Gonna serve that over rice, so get the cooker set. (or frozen rice is ready in 3 min) ThisContinue reading “Easy-Ass Dinner for a Friday Night”
Greeting Cards
Today I was at Trader Joe’s and I bought a handful of greeting cards. Over the past (however many) years, I’ve cultivated the habit of occasionally sending friends real mail. All this because of my cousin Amy. Amy is my cool older cousin who mailed me cards when I was in high school (and college).Continue reading “Greeting Cards”
Curtain Hemmer
I hemmed the curtains in my kiddo’s room this week. I did them by hand because I don’t know how to use the machine. I lost my straight pins long ago, so I safety pinned the hem and basted it down and bam. Not beautiful, but they no longer drag on the ground and that,Continue reading “Curtain Hemmer”
Back in My Body: My Cells My Self
This is my hardest lesson. That my interior truth outranks exterior perception.