A long, long time from now, in a galaxy that looks a lot like this one, you might find yourself looking through your old journals and being really glad you kept them. You may celebrate that you took the time to write down your life experiences. And that you kept…
“Mommy, what are you going to be for Halloween?” “A teacher.” Cue the music that chimes in when sarcasm is at one of my high points. In my head its Beethoven’s Fifth – no idea why. Ayla giggled and said “you’re a teacher everyday mom.” And that was…
by Sara Marchessault Journals are places where we do some pretty deep thinking. Literally anything can trigger a chain of thought that takes you down the rabbit hole of pondering serious shit. Seeing Buddha in your cereal bowl. Marveling at how times change so that wearing yoga pants, a baseball…