Sometimes I feel  i.n.v.i.s.i.b.l.e.       Kind of like a shadow.  I know people "see" me, but it's just a blurry outline- a resemblance of my true identity. (Believe me, I know people see me.  Especially little people.  It's evidenced in the eleventyhundred times daily I hear "MOM!  Can I......?") Before marriage and motherhood I was … Continue reading Confession #11