
How adoption changed my parenting
Monday, 6 February 2012
These are the posts filed under "Practices of Imperfection".
I walk into the room and the heat already holds me in an embrace. Somehow the sounds, busyness, life, quick-walking-to-get-to-the-next-thing
I flip from Word back to my browser to look up the correct spelling of the winery I’m writing about,
Yesterday I was mean mommy all. day . long. The summer non-schedule already wearing on all of us, the older
It feels like an itchy sweater, one that’s been sitting at the back of my closet for years. I mostly
My garden is a mess. I Roundup’d the two most weed-ridden beds this spring, thinking I’ll just kill it, kill
I participate in the ‘imperfect prose‘ link-up weekly. I devoured The Gifts of Imperfection. I get it: Perfectionism is poison.