Belly Dance

“Ewww, Mom, that’s disgusting,” he said as he glimpsed a sliver of the wrinkly, stretched skin of my stomach. The moment had started sweetly. Miracle of miracles, the kids were ready to go to school early which of course, never happens. So my two youngest boys and I were enjoying a few minutes of snuggling…

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Belonging to Myself

One would think that at my age I would know where I belong.  Quite frankly, I thought I did know.  Yet I am discovering that where I belong has evolved over the years as my awareness of what it really means to belong has shifted. 

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