Cracked Clay
Dear woman/parent/adult breather , who might be feeling like me.... You are okay, you are better than okay you were fashioned out of the finest clay. You have been molded and set afire to be strengthened; to carry many a load: like water to purify, cleanse and heal. Like the number of marbles, candies or Pinterest count down calendars, that represent the number of days until the other half of yourself returns from far away places. Like the rice that just may be the meal needed to keep death by starving at bay. Or in our case the spoonful of peanut butter because The grocery trip hasn't made it to the top of the to do list. Like the football gear, musical instruments, homework, medicine, laundry, proposals, pleas, documents, flyers, and notes. Calendars for parent teacher conferences and tryouts and the hopeful free day for a date. It's funny...you may feel so full of these things and yet so very empty at the same time. Your kids or loved ones may break a hole in that t...