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
